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EARTH'S ANGELS
WHAT though no more in human guise,
On radiant pinions borne,
Are angels seen of mortal eyes,—
Earth is not left forlorn.
On radiant pinions borne,
Are angels seen of mortal eyes,—
Earth is not left forlorn.
Some bird that sings in hopeless hours
God's messenger may be;
And I have seen in primrose flowers
God's angels smile on me.
God's messenger may be;
And I have seen in primrose flowers
God's angels smile on me.
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