Excerpt from PoemsThe stars that we z'wo looked for so' And I am waiting - till some day The angels' wings shall stir the air No matter should he quickly come, He could not take me unaware. The mighty angel At the sound Of his dark garments, very sweet Shall be my peace, when lulled to rest My tired heart shall cease to beat. Up to the shining streets of gold, Winging my glad and blessed flight, Up to the hills where angels dwell. Clad in a robe of spotless white.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.