The Angels

The thoughtful angel of the night will know

The lands to which my soul in sleep must go

To bathe in their regenerating streams

Turn consciousness to visionary dreams.

The silent angel of the Self shall lift

My spirit carefully, I shall not drift

In nether worlds where demons of the deep

Will steal the peace that covers me in sleep.

The angel guardian ever at my side

Will keep nocturnal watch and I shall ride

Through golden realms and climb the golden stair

And the Mother meet in all Her glory there.