By their entreating prayer 
The angels fill the air 
To guard my steps, to bare 
The veil inviolate. 
 
The visions leave me now ; 
I sink to sleep ; 
Calm and content my brow, 
My eyes are large and deep. 
The morning shall behold 
On feet and plumes of gold 
My spirit soon enfold 
The flocks on heaven’s steep. 
 
Refreshed, encouraged, lightened, 
Sent on the Way 
Whose Sun and Star have brightened 
From dawning into day, 
I set my face, a flint, 
Toward where the holy glint 
Of lamps affords the hint 
That leads me—where it may. 
 
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