ANGELS: Hand In Hand With Angels, a poem

(Author unknown)

Hand in hand with angels,
Through the world we go;
Brighter eyes are on us
Than we blind ones know.
Sweeter voices cheer us
Than we deaf will own;
Never, walking heavenward,
Can we walk alone.

Hand in hand with angels,
In the busy street,
By the winter hearth-fires,
Everywhere, we meet,
Though unfledged and songless,
Birds of paradise;
Heaven looks at us daily
Out of angel eyes.

Hand in hand with angels,
Walking every day;
How the chain may lengthen,
None of us can say.
But we know its reaches
From Earth’s lowliest one,
To the shining seraph
Throned beyond the sun.