Little Sarah Poem by Bessie Rayner Parkes

YE who though unseen are near,
Guard her from all harm,
Watch her well, encompass her
With every potent charm;
Bend above her slumbers,
Kiss her waking eye,
Soothe with your sweet numbers
Each feeble infant cry.

Away from every danger
Besetting baby feet
Turn her little footsteps far,
Guardian angels sweet:
Ever on her quiet lot
Your watchful gazes keep;
Shadow her and shelter her,
Waking or asleep.