Child who rests in mother’s arms,
Know that all harm turns away
When the night o’ertakes the day.
Know that, while stars track the sky,
There is one whose watchful eye
Keeps all harm away from thee.

Fear the panther in the wood–
Greet thy panther in thy dream,
All is not as it may seem.
Though his mien is stern and grim,
Bow, and speak thy prayer to him:
He will be thy nighttime guard.

By thy window hangs a chime
Calling to thy shadowed friend.
In the breeze, thy chime will send
Silvered notes through evening gloom.
Then the panther walks thy room,
Guarding thee in His domain.

Perfect black in cloud-soft coat,
Lantern green in gleaming eye.
Never fear, or weep, or sigh:
He will watch thee while thee sleep,
Watching thee in slumber deep
Till the sun ascends once more.