EACH has his Angel-Guardian. Mine, I know, Looks on me from that pictured face. Behold, How clear, between those rifted clouds of gold, The radiant brow! It is the morning glow Of Innocence, ere yet the heart let go The leading-strings of Heaven. Upon the eyes No shadow: like the restful noonday skies They sanctify the teeming world below. Why bows my soul before it? None but thou, O tender child, has known the life estranged From thee and all that made thy days of joy The measure of my own. Behold me now -- The man that begs a blessing of the boy -- His very @3self;@1 but from himself how changed! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POST-MORTEM by EMILY DICKINSON DIXIE by DANIEL DECATUR EMMETT A WINTER WISH by ROBERT HINCKLEY MESSINGER FESTE'S SONG (2), FR. TWELFTH NIGHT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE SONNET by ETIENNE DE LA BOETIE PHANTOMS by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN |