O Angels Thirteen, O Guardian Angels! I like your silver trip, I love your Golden Shore. O Angels Thirteen, O Guardian Angels! Yours is the heart of oneness deep; For you our gratitude-core. You play with death to save the breath of life. You smash the pride of dark ignorance-knife. A galaxy of stars is guiding your dream. In you our Lord’s Satisfaction supreme. [Dedicated to The Guardian Angels of New York City]