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Scarce had he spoke, when Gabr'iel left the Sky;
From Heav'ns high Top did the Wing'd Envoy fly.
An azure Mantle does around him play,
And softned Clouds fring'd with the Sun's pure Ray
Serve him for wings; whose flying Sails do bear,
The nimble Angel through the liquid Air.
O'er Ramah's Hills he takes his Winding Flight,
And does at last, unseen, in Naioth light.
From Heav'ns high Top did the Wing'd Envoy fly.
An azure Mantle does around him play,
And softned Clouds fring'd with the Sun's pure Ray
Serve him for wings; whose flying Sails do bear,
The nimble Angel through the liquid Air.
O'er Ramah's Hills he takes his Winding Flight,
And does at last, unseen, in Naioth light.
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