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AN ANGEL.
Calm as the clear blue heav'n, that smiles above,
Sweet child, thou hoverest in the crystal sky,
Silent, and deep in contemplative love,
Joy in thine heart, and rapture in thine eye.
Sweet child, thou hoverest in the crystal sky,
Silent, and deep in contemplative love,
Joy in thine heart, and rapture in thine eye.
Thus when the Christian's spirit cannot dart,
On wings of Hope, and Faith's ecstatic flight,
A calmer transport often fills his heart,
A peaceful tide of silent deep delight.
On wings of Hope, and Faith's ecstatic flight,
A calmer transport often fills his heart,
A peaceful tide of silent deep delight.
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