The Guardian Angel

When my good-nights and prayers are said And I am safe tucked up in bed, I know my guardian angel stands And holds my soul between his hands.

I cannot see his wings of light Because I keep my eyes shut tight, For, if I open them, I know My pretty angel has to go.

But through the darkness I can hear His white wings rustling very near; I know it is his darling wings, Not Mother folding up my things!