Volume 7 — My Angel.
Reading edition
"He hath given his angels charge over thee." There's an angel stands beside my heart, And keepeth guard. How I wish sometimes that he would depart, And its strong desires would cease to thwart With his stern regard! But he never moves as he standeth there With unwinking eyes; And at every pitfall and every snare His silent lips form the word, "Forbear!" Till the danger flies. His look doth oft my purpose check And aim defeat. And I change my course at his slightest beck. 'Tis well, or I soon would be a wreck For the waves to beat.