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12 And angel shapes, whom no man saw—

Ah, me! how could men see?—

Watched till the day, then bore away

Something the flames set free.

"POOR LOVE!" SAID LIFE4

AT DUSK5

Earth, mother dear, I turn at last,

A homesick child, to thee!

The twilight glow is fading fast,

And soon I shall be free

To seek the dwelling, dim and vast,

Where thou awaitest me.