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God's Host
There is an order in our daily life,Like that the Holy Angels constant keep;
And though its outward form seem but a strife,
There dwells within a calm as the ocean's deep.
The forms that meet you in the house and street
Brushing with their rough coats your shining dress,
Did they in their own robes and features greet
Would seem like angels that the world possess:
And thou like Jacob when from Galeed's heap
He journeyed on unto the land of Seir,
And sware with Laban vows of peace to keep,
By Abraham's God and by his father's Fear;
Wouldst cry aloud in dread and wonder lost,
“This is the House of God! and these I see God's host!”
Poem No. 617; c. 26 March 1844
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