THE GUARDIAN ANGEL

When my good-nights and prayers are said

And I am safe tucked up in bed,

I know my guardian angel stands

And holds my soul between his hands.

I cannot see his wings of light

Because I keep my eyes shut tight,

For, if I open them, I know

My pretty angel has to go.

But through the darkness I can hear

His white wings rustling very near;

I know it is his darling wings,

Not Mother folding up my things!