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THE GRAVE-ANGEL.
In the moonlight, on the tombstone,
Stands the Sculptor's marble dream:
From its face its soul is lifted,
And its wings soul-lifted seem.
Stands the Sculptor's marble dream:
From its face its soul is lifted,
And its wings soul-lifted seem.
On the tombstone stands the Angel,
And its left hand points below;
To its lips is press'd a finger:
'T is the Angel Death, I know.
And its left hand points below;
To its lips is press'd a finger:
'T is the Angel Death, I know.
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