Angels in the early morning

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Angels in the early morning
May be seen the dews among,
Stooping, plucking, smiling, flying:
Do the buds to them belong?

Angels when the sun is hottest
May be seen the sands among,
Stooping, plucking, sighing, flying;
Parched the flowers they bear along.

Angels in the Early Morning by Emily Dickinson

 

Through all this life’s eventful road

pink roses

Through all this life’s eventful road,
Fain would I walk with thee, my God,
And find thy presence light around,
And every step on holy ground.

Each blessing would I trace to thee;
In every grief, thy mercy see;
And through the paths of duty move,
Conscious of thine encircling love.

And when the angel Death stands by,
Be this my strength, that thou art nigh;
And this my joy, that I shall be
With those who dwell in light with thee.

“Walking with God” The Christian Hymn Book, 1861.