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THE ANGELS OF PRAYER
Ye to whom my prayer is given,Gentle couriers of heaven,
Sailing through the world of space
'Neath the sun of Mary's face,
To the joy of Mary's grace,
Let it seem a little child,
Such as came when Jesu smiled.
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