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The Apostles
The words that come unuttered by the breath,Looks without eyes, these lighten all the globe;
They are the ministering angels, sent where Death
Has walked so long the earth in seraph's robe;
See crowding to their touch the groping blind!
And ears long shut to sound are bent to hear,
Quick as they speak the lame new vigor find,
And language to the dumb man's lips is near;
Hail sent to us, ye servants of high heaven!
Unseen save by the humble and the poor;
To them glad tidings have your voices given;
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And ever shall they witness bear of you,
That he who sent you forth to heal was true.
Poem No. 604; fall 1838–summer 1839
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