Of Above

How high above be the one kind,

angel in simple garb of man.

Light of above that cometh down!

How rare be they to find!

Light shineth through thee can

reverse the despair'ed frown.

Soft chant, gentle hum that flow

the air alive, when the kind find me

in the darkness of my despair.

The tears from heart that glow!

Naught before hath I found be;

angel of above, gentle and fair!

Fall not into despair of dark,

A light remaineth in darken world!

There be angelic souls amid foul men,

For thee of above left ever thy mark.

The gentle touched doth unfurled,

A sweet blossom amid chains of the evil fen!