In Slumber
When angels sleep in hollows,
or up upon the clouds,
violins or trumpets sounds,
play as cherubs fly on by,
sleep softly and in slumber,
then so will I,
dream of days of summer,
with the warmth of the sun,
as angels on clouds pass on by.
poem by Walter C. Edwards
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