The Spike or Victoria University College Review June 1917
No Angels Four
No Angels Four.
No angels four watch by my bed
With folded wings and hands of prayer
And fill my dreams with songs of peace
Or gleams of light from aureoled hair—
The only watchers while I sleep
Are dim white stars far in the sky;
The only song the fills my dreams
The wind, world-sounding, blowing by.
Matthew and Mark and Luke and John
Four of God's saints in Heaven bright
Should they not watch God's children still,
Sad children desolate through the night ?
God made the night-wind, sighing soft,
And God's too, is each dim white star—
But Earth is wide and Heaven high
And I am lonely, while they are far.