930. C. M. Barry Cornwall.
For a Sick Child.
1Send down thy wingéd angel; God!
Amidst this night so wild,
And bid him come where now we watch,
And breathe upon our child!
2It lies upon its pillow, pale,
And moans within its sleep,
Or wakeneth with a patient smile,
And striveth not to weep!
3How gentle and how good a child
It is, we know too well;
And dearer to its parents' hearts
Than our weak words can tell.
4We love,--we watch throughout the night,
To aid, where need may be;
We hope,--and have despaired at times;
But now we turn to thee!
5Send down thy sweet-souled angel, God!
Amidst the darkness wild,
And bid him soothe our souls to-night,
And heal our gentle child!