No. 3 from
SONGS OF THE BLIND BROTHERS
J. W. Dunbar, H. W. Dunbar, Q. A. Dunbar.
Words & Music
by
H. W. Dunbar
[No. 3 of 8]
"The Angelic Guardian" (1851)

Boston: Oliver Ditson, 115 Washington St.
Plate No. 2235
[Source:022/003@Levy]

1. Some blest spirit doth inherit
Bright ethereal realms above;
And descending, hither wending,
Pours a gentle strain of love.

2. Oft in slumbers soothing numbers
Breathed in accents soft and clear,
Bring a feeling o’er me stealing
Of some guardian angel near.

3. Now ideal forms are real,
Wrought in fancy’s purest mould;
Sweetly blending, strains ascending
Ring from living harps of gold.

4. While declining stars are shining,
Pours the moon her silver beam;
Blissful bowers, golden flowers,
Gild each fairy winged dream.

5. Some blest spirit doth inherit
Bright eternal realms above;
And descending, hither wending,
Pours the gentle strain of love.