It Came Upon A Midnight Clear


And yet, as angels in some brighter dreams Call to the soul when man doth sleep, So some strange thouths transcend our wonted themes, And into glory peep. Do you believe in angels? Well, some people do... Twice or thrice had I loved thee, Before I knew thy face or name. So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame, Angels affect us oft,and worshipped be.


Around the throne of god a band Of glorious Angels always stand Lovely paintings. How about a lovely poem to spice it up? Sleep undisturb'd within this peaceful shine, Till angels wake thee with a note like thine!