Alone -- if Angels are "alone" --
First time they try the sky!
Alone -- if Angels are "alone" --
First time they try the sky!
Angels in the early morning May be seen the dews among. Stooping, plucking, smiling, flying. Do the buds to them belong.
We trust, in plumed procession
For such, the Angels go --
Rank after Rank, with even feet --
And Uniforms of Snow.
A jealous Zephyr -- not a doubt --
Ah, friend, you little knew
How long at that celestial wick
The Angels -- labored diligent --
Extinguished -- now -- for you!
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories