The Angel
DAVID ANTHONY WILLIS, KIRK HOWELL, SHAAROD A. FORD, MARLON BRYAN
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 werе on my head