As evening pales I tend towards sleep And call the guardian angels here That I be conscious and to keep The Presence Divine ever near.
Now my lids in closing know The galaxies I've often seen The higher planes to which I go To meet my Mother and my Queen
Who rules the worlds, the circling spheres And place my head upon Her feet As I have done in untold years And the Lord of Life to meet.
They are all that I live for Who opened for me the inner door.
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