How cheering the thought that the spirits of bliss
Will bow their bright wings to a world such as this;
Will leave the sweet joys of the mansions above
To breathe o’er our bosoms some message of love.
They come
on the wings of the morning they come
Impatient to lead some poor wanderer home
Some pilgrim to snatch from this stormy abode
And lay him to rest in the arms of his God.
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