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And yet, as angels in some brighter dreams
Call to the soul, when man doth sleep:
So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted themes,
And into glory peep.
Ascension Hymn.
Henry Vaughan, 1621 95.
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Angel-voices, ever singing,
Round Thy Throne of light
Angel-harps for ever ringing,
Rest not day nor night,
Hymn.
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The guardian angels of life fly so high as to be beyond our sight,
But they are always looking down upon us.
Jean Paul Richter, 1736 1825.
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.being swallowed up with the sight of angels,
and with hearing of their melodious notes.
The Pilgrims Progress. John Bunyan.
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Angels, from the realms of glory,
Wing your flight oer the earth.
Hymn.
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