“Oh, blessed be that warning,
My child, thy sleep adorning,
For I know that the angels are whispering with thee.
“And while they are keeping
Bright watch o’er thy sleeping,
Oh, pray to them softly, my baby, with me!
And say thou would’st rather
They’d watch o’er thy father!—
For I know that the angels are whispering with thee.”
The dawn of the morning