39-THE GUARDIAN ANGEL. Dear Angel! e- ver at my side, How joving must thou be, To leave thy home in Heav'n to guard, A guilty wretch like me. Thy beau-ti-ful and shining face I see not, though so near; The sweetness of thy soft low voice I am too deaf to hear. 40-PARADISE. O Paradise! O Paradise! Who would not crave for rest! Who would not seek that happy land, Where they that lov'd are blest. Where loyal hearts and true, Stand e - ver in the light, All raptured thro' and 41 thro' In God's most ho-ly sight. Oh it is sweet to think of those that are de - part -ed, While murmur'd a · ves sink To silence tender-hearted; While |