O patron Saints of all my friends! O guardian Angels of them all! With them begins, with them still ends, My prayer's most passionate call. You know my voice: you know their names, That wing so its least selfish tone Across your white celestial flames, And up to the White Throne. Heaven were not Heaven, and they not there; Heaven were no Heaven, my friends away: O Saints and Angels! hear my prayer, I pray you every day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS FOR A SUMMER EVENING by MICHAEL ANANIA SOLILOQUY OF A TURKEY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A LONDON PLANE-TREE by AMY LEVY THE LITTLE GHOST by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY HER CREED by SARAH KNOWLES BOLTON |