| Just Angels in Disguise |
| One morning very early, The moon was in the sky, I heard an angel singing Up in the tree-top high. So sweet it was, I held my breath, That not a note I�d miss. I�m sure that only angels Could ever sing like this. I softly to my window crept, And in the old fir tree, A shy little bird was singing, Alone and happily. Oh, how he swelled his little throat And lifted up his head To sing his morning praise to God, While folks were yet in bed! And so he was my angel; And now I feel quite wise, For well I know that birds are Just angels in disguise. |
| by Mary Elizabeth Rodhouse |
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