In the tender breeze, as if they were glad.
Are there not angels to guard us and keep?
Are spirits not round us hidden from sight?
Oh! angels and spirits were all asleep,
Or they must have warn'd me that fatal night.
I have wak'd with the thought of an absent friend
(And others I know who have done the same),
And have felt 'ere I see the daylight's end,
Her letter must come—and her letter came.
I have run indoors with the happy thought