THE ANGELS OF EARTH.


Angels of Earth! they soothe and bless
The troubled soul of man,
Bestow the most of happiness,
They can.

Angels of Earth--they are but few,
Sustained by Heavenly grace,
To raise again, and to renew,
Our race.

Predestined thus they do retain
That image earliest given,
To Adam, yet unknowing pain,
From heaven.

They move before our wondering eyes,
A vision passing strange,
And sure we feel from yonder skies,
They range.

But oft, as brightest flowers and bows,
The earliest fade and die;
This glorious vision soonest goes
On high.