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The Angels’ Whisper

From The Birmingham Age Herald, April 3, 1914. By Anonymous.

The baby was sleeping, its mother was weeping,
For her husband was out on the wild raging sea;
    And the tempest was swelling
    Round the fisherman’s dwelling
And she cried, “Dermot, darling, O come back to me.”

Her beads while she numbered, the baby still slumbered,
And smiled in her face as she bended her knee;
    O blessed be that warning,
    My child thy sleep adorning
For I know that the Angels are whispering with thee.

And while they are keeping bright watch o’er thy sleeping,
O pray to them softly, my baby, with me;
    And say thou would’st rather
    They’d watch o’er thy father
For I know that the Angels are whispering with thee.

The dawn of the morning saw Dermot returning,
And the wife wept with joy her babe’s father to see;
    And closely caressing
    Her child with a blessing
Said, “I knew that the Angels were whispering with thee.”

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