I see the angels smiling
When at my father’s side,
And glowing scenes of pleasure
Before my vision glide.
O, how pleasant to the quiet eve
I feel so full of joy
Whene’er he breathes the gentle prayer
To guide his little boy.
Sometimes, when bending o’er me,
I’ve heard my mother sigh,
And then I’ve seen the tear-drop
Stand trembling in her eye
While she said she dreamed of future days
Of bliss without alloy,
And prayed that heaven would shower down
Rich blessings on her boy.