Poems (King)/To My Guardian Spirit

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To My Guardian Spirit
ANGEL GUARDIAN, near me biding,
All thy heavenly glory hiding,
      All thy grace,
Fain would I in happy dreaming
Pierce the cloud that veils thy gleaming,
      See thy face!

In my musings oft thou wearest
Mortal form of beauty rarest,
      Glorious, bright!
Wells of light thine eyes effulgent,
Lips where lingers smile indulgent,
      Brow bedight

With a glory, with a rapture,
Never mortal skill my capture
      Or ensnare;
Artist cunning ne'er can limn thee,
Only heavenly strains can hymn thee,
      Guardian fair!

As I wander down life's highways,
Or along its lonely byways,
      Come to me,
 ​Like the song the lark is singing
While his upward way he's winging,
      Thoughts of thee.

Angel, in the hours of sorrow
That await me on the morrow
      Of the years,
Draw thou nigh in days of anguish;
And should fainting spirit languish,
      Banish fears.

When my soul from life's dream waking,
All its earthly bondage breaking,
      Is in flight,
Guardian Spirit, then befriend me,
Swift to heavenly courts attend me,—
      Realms of light.

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