| The Angel |
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| I dreamed a dream! |
| What can it mean? |
| And that I was a maiden Queen |
| Guarded by an Angel mild |
| Witless woe was ne’er beguiled |
| And I wept both night and day |
| And he wiped my tears away |
| And I wept both day and night |
| And hid from him my heart’s delight |
| So he took his wings, and fled |
| Then the morn blushed rosy red |
| I dried my tears, and armed my fears |
| With ten-thousand shields and spears |
| Soon my Angel came again |
| I was armed, he came in vain |
| For the time of youth was fled |
| And gray hairs were on my head |
