Angelus.
Through dazzling curtains of the west,
Angelus!
We see a shrine in roses dressed,
And lifted high in vision blest,
Our very heart-throb is confessed,
Angelus.
Oh, has an angel touched the bell,
Angelus?
For now upon its parting swell
Angelus.
Through dazzling curtains of the west,
Angelus!
We see a shrine in roses dressed,
And lifted high in vision blest,
Our very heart-throb is confessed,
Angelus.
Oh, has an angel touched the bell,
Angelus?
For now upon its parting swell