IX.

Order and multitude and light

In beauteous showers outstreamed; And realms of newly-fashioned space

With radiant angels beamed.

X.

How wonderful is life in Heaven

Amid the angelic choirs,

Where uncreated Love has crowned

His first created fires.

XI.

But see! new marvels gather there!

The wisdom of the Son

With Heaven's completest wonder ends

The work so well begun.

XII.

The Throne is set: the blessed Three

Crowning their work are seen—

The Mother of the First-Born Son,

The first-born creatures' Queen!

XXIV.

TO MY GUARDIAN ANGEL.

FOR THE SCHOOL CHILDREN.

I.

Dear Angel! ever at my side,
How loving must thou be

To leave thy home in Heaven to guard
A guilty wretch like me.

II.

Thy beautiful and shining face

I see not, though so near;

The sweetness of thy soft low voice

I am too deaf to hear.

III.

I cannot feel thee touch my hand
With pressure light and mild,
To check me, as my mother did
When I was but a child.

IV.

But I have felt thee in my thoughts

Fighting with sin for me;

And when my heart loves God, I know

The sweetness is from thee.

V.

And when, dear Spirit! I kneel down Morning and night to prayer,

Something there is within my heart

Which tells me thou art there.

L

VI.

Yes! when I pray thou

prayest too

Thy prayer is all for me;

But when I sleep, thou sleepest not,

But watchest patiently.

VII.

But most of all I feel thee near, When, from the good priest's feet,

I go absolved, in fearless love,

Fresh toils and cares to meet.

VIII.

And thou in life's last hour wilt bring

A fresh supply of grace,

And afterwards wilt let me kiss

Thy beautiful bright face.