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Are They Not All Ministering Spirits?

Are They Not All Ministering Spirits?

WE see them not--we cannot hear
   The music of their wing--
Yet know we that they sojourn near,
   The Angels of the spring!

They glide along this lovely ground
   When the first violet grows;
Their graceful hands have just unbound
   The zone of yonder rose.

I gather it for thy dear breast,
   From stain and shadow free:
That which an Angel's touch hath blest
   Is meet, my love, for thee!

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