Upon her wings like Mockingbird, Swinging sweetly to beleaguered babes, Admits us to her Heart's herd, Lo - the soul's sweetest abade, A beatitude that makes me calm, Bring joy and happiness, Enveloping me in care to protect from fear, of harm, A creature of most affecting tenderness, To us, you will be always near, Your light shrouds the sun and moon, Your memory stokes not little tear, But is a thought on which all heart's can swoon, Angel of Peace, thy heart is true, Proof of God's art in the creation of You.