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THE FLIGHT OF ANGELS.
Two Pilgrims to the Holy Land
Passed through our open door,—
Two sinless Angels, hand in hand,
Have reached the promised shore.
Passed through our open door,—
Two sinless Angels, hand in hand,
Have reached the promised shore.
We saw them take their heavenward flight,
Through floods of drowning tears,
And felt in woe's bewildering night
The agony of years.
Through floods of drowning tears,
And felt in woe's bewildering night
The agony of years.
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But now we watch the golden path
Their blessèd feet have trod,
And know that voice was not in wrath
Which called them both to God.
Their blessèd feet have trod,
And know that voice was not in wrath
Which called them both to God.
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