They say that the angels look down from above
And watch us wherever we stray;
That they are the beings that guide us in love
And bring us the joys of the day.
I am glad it is so, and thank them to-night
For the wealth of a sister's love,
For of all the pleasures they bring to as here
That's nearest the joys above.
I've felt so real often as in my arms
I've clasped her form and kissed her;
But the girl that I kissed was not my own,
She was another fellow's sister.