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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!