Henry Charles Beeching, ed. (1859–1919). Lyra Sacra: A Book of Religious Verse. 1903.
By Robert Browning (18121889)The Guardian Angel
A Picture by Guercino at Fano DEAR and great Angel, wouldst thou only leave | |
That child, when thou hast done with him, for me! | |
Let me sit all the day here, that when eve | |
Shall find performed thy special ministry, | |
And time come for departure, thou, suspending | 5 |
Thy flight, may’st see another child for tending, | |
Another still to quiet and retrieve. | |
Then I shall feel thee step one step, no more, | |
From where thou standest now, to where I gaze. | |
—And suddenly my head is covered o’er | 10 |
With those wings, white above the child who prays | |
Now on that tomb—and I shall feel thee guarding | |
Me, out of all the world; for me discarding | |
Yon heaven thy home, that waits and opes its door. | |
I would not look up thither past thy head | 15 |
Because the door opes, like that child, I know, | |
For I should have thy gracious face instead, | |
Thou bird of God! And wilt thou bend me low | |
Like him, and lay, like his, my hands together, | |
And lift them up to pray, and gently tether | 20 |
Me, as thy lamb there, with thy garment’s spread? | |
If this was ever granted, I would rest | |
My head beneath thine, while thy healing hands | |
Close-covered both my eyes beside thy breast, | |
Pressing the brain, which too much thought expands, | 25 |
Back to its proper size again, and smoothing | |
Distortion down till every nerve had soothing, | |
And all lay quiet, happy and suppressed. | |
How soon all worldly wrong would be repaired! | |
I think how I should view the earth and skies | 30 |
And sea, when once again my brow was bared | |
After thy healing, with such different eyes. | |
O world, as God has made it! All is beauty: | |
And knowing this is love, and love is duty. | |
What further may be sought for or declared? | 35 |