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THE WATCHERS.
When falleth sleep on every frame but mine,
I see stern Figures watching, watching lonely
And keeping off all evil from the shrine;
They guard the altar of my heart, and only
Attend to tasks divine.
They compass me around with awful wings,
And to their presence a strange glory clings.
I see stern Figures watching, watching lonely
And keeping off all evil from the shrine;
They guard the altar of my heart, and only
Attend to tasks divine.
They compass me around with awful wings,
And to their presence a strange glory clings.
They are the Hopes that followed me from birth
And stood between my soul and undreamed terrors,
Bad thoughts and throes that shake the very earth;
They smoothed my path, and turned my feet from errors
Or things of lesser worth.
So watching, watching, they may never sleep,
Nor have a moment when to rest and weep.
And stood between my soul and undreamed terrors,
Bad thoughts and throes that shake the very earth;
They smoothed my path, and turned my feet from errors
Or things of lesser worth.
So watching, watching, they may never sleep,
Nor have a moment when to rest and weep.
I may not see their faces, yet I know
They shine for ever with immortal beauty,
Which they about me like a blessing throw;
For they see God, and do for Him the duty
They share with Christ below.
Yes, watching, watching, in a vigil vast
They gather up the love that hath not past.
They shine for ever with immortal beauty,
Which they about me like a blessing throw;
For they see God, and do for Him the duty
They share with Christ below.
Yes, watching, watching, in a vigil vast
They gather up the love that hath not past.
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