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Edith Nesbit - The Guardian Angel
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WHEN my good-nights and prayers are said 
And I am safe tucked up in bed, 
I know my guardian angel stands 
And holds my soul between his hands. 


I cannot see his wings of light 
Because I keep my eyes shut tight, 
For, if I open them, I know 
My pretty angel has to go. 


But through the darkness I can hear 
His white wings rustling very near; 
I know it is his darling wings, 
Not Mother folding up my things!
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