Angels
"I wandered through a forest lone,
I met a fair young child,
'My little one, art not afraid?
The wood is drear and wild.'
She shook her sunny, waving curls,
And looked and at me smiled.
"'Nay, but I am not all alone,'
Still reverent answered she.
'An angel walketh by my side,
Though him I cannot see;
And he would tell of it in Heaven
If ought should injure me.'
"I turned me from that trusting child
Who put my doubts to shame,
And to my heart these ancient words
Of Holy Scripture came;
'The angel of the Lord encamps
Round those who fear his name.'"
Let me entreat you, dear young
friends, to never go where these holy
angels will not accompany you, for
there would be positive danger. With
them alone are you safe.
CHAS. L. B