When the Sky Grows Pale
When the sky grows pale in the burden of the night,
I will seek the tale of a bird in flight.
I will go ore thy sun, thy moon, thy stars,
To seek God's Holy angel,
The one that watches us ore through thy moonlit night,
And keeps us till Morn's softness of the light.
When the Sky Grows Pale...
By: Angela (Age ?)