by Anonymous / Unidentified Author

Sleep, the kind angel, is near me
Language: English 
Sleep, the kind angel, is near me,
  Angel of balm and of rest,
Balm for the wounds of the spirit,
  Rest for the pangs of the breast.

Softly I rest on his bosom,
  Trusting in hopes that are o'er,
Meet him, -- the dream of my being,
  Meet him, -- who ne'er may be more.

Fair be the arms that await him.
  Rich the fond heart in its store,
Sweet be the voice that shall cheer him,
  Cheer him -- when I am no more!

Death, the kind angel, is near me,
  Angel of balm and of rest, 
Sweet to the wounded and weary,
  Sweet to repose on his breast!

Text copied from Sartain's Magazine, Volumes 4-5, 1849. Neither the text's author nor any musical notes are given. The text is indicated as a song by Richard S. Willis.

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This text was added to the website: 2011-10-12
Line count: 16
Word count: 107