Beautiful angel, on pinions of light.
Wait till I whisper my mother good-night;
List while she calls me. her pride and her joy,
Folds to her bosom her own little boy;
Hover around her. ye seraphims bright.
Mother, dear mother, 0 kiss me good-night.
Beautiful angel, her sorrow is sore,
Weeping for one who will weep never more;
Waft her sweet dreams of the blessed above,
Tell her that God is a father of love;
Only for this am I staying my flight-
Mother, dear mother, O kiss me good-night.
Beautiful angel, thrice blessed art thou-
See! there's a smile on that dear palid brow,
Token of faith that hath conquered her fears,
Token of one that hath solace for tears;
Press to those lips in their agony white-
Mother, dear mother, forever good-night.