Angzang seven-foot net

Foreboding angel! check thy fear!

It so o'ermasters me, that when, Or wheresoe'er, his step I hear, I almost

think, no more I love thee then. Besides, when he is near, I ne'er could pray.

This eats into my heart; with thee The same, my Henry, it must be.

For one brief hour then may I never rest, And heart to heart, and soul to soul

Ah, if I slept alone! To - night The bolt I fain would leave undrawn for thee;

But then my mother's sleep is light, Were we surprised by her, ah me! Upon

Dear angel! there's no cause for dread. Here is a little phial, - if she take