Angel’s Whisper.
A baby was sleeping,
Its mother was weeping,
For her husband was far o’er the wide raging sea,
And the tempest was swelling,
Round the fisherman’s dwelling,
And she cried, “Dermot, darling, oh, come back to me!”
Her beads while she number’d,
The baby still slumber’d,
And smiled in her face as she bend’d her knee;
“Oh! bless’d be that warning,
My child thy sleep adorning,
For I know that the angels are whispering to thee.
“And while they are keeping
Bright watch o’er thy sleeping,
Oh, pray to them safely, my babe with me;
And say thou would’st rather
They’d watch o’er thy father,
For I know that the angels are whispering to thee.”
The dawn of the morning
Saw Dermot returning,
And the wife wept with joy the babe’s father to see,
And closely caressing
The child, with a blessing,
Said, “I knew that the angels were whispering to thee.”