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XXXV.
If God for each fair action wrought
On earth, with wholly pure intent,
Should call an Angel out of nought
Thenceforth in heaven its monument,
On earth, with wholly pure intent,
Should call an Angel out of nought
Thenceforth in heaven its monument,
To prove the all-fruitful strength and worth
Of pureness perfect; and to show
That life in heaven may owe its birth
To humblest Virtue tried below;
Of pureness perfect; and to show
That life in heaven may owe its birth
To humblest Virtue tried below;
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How often angel choirs would fleet
From heaven the shadowy gulf across,
Some death-delivered Soul to greet
Assoiled, ere death, from mortal dross;
From heaven the shadowy gulf across,
Some death-delivered Soul to greet
Assoiled, ere death, from mortal dross;
Some Vestal from the cloister shade
Still pale, some village maid as pure,
That smiled to see her beauty fade,
Worked on for God in age obscure—
Still pale, some village maid as pure,
That smiled to see her beauty fade,
Worked on for God in age obscure—
‘Hail, Mother of our Joy!’ how oft
In hearts that knew not earthly ties
That angel Salutation soft
Would wake the beautiful surprise,
In hearts that knew not earthly ties
That angel Salutation soft
Would wake the beautiful surprise,
As forward through the realms of light
That Soul, on angel-litter borne,
Made way, an eddy silver-bright
Through gold seas of the eternal morn!
That Soul, on angel-litter borne,
Made way, an eddy silver-bright
Through gold seas of the eternal morn!
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