Angel

Come to me when grief is over,

  When the tired eyes,

Seek thy cloudy wings to cover

  Close their burning skies.

Come to me when tears have dwindled

  Into drops of dew,

When the sighs like sobs re-kindled

  Are but deep and few.

Hold me like a crooning mother,

  Heal me of the smart;

All mine anguish let me smother

  In thy brooding heart.