stial guardians. —Clement. Twas at thy door, 0 friend, and not at mine, The angel with the amaranthine wreath,Pausing, descended; and, with voice divine, Whispered a word, that had a sound like death. Angels of Life and Death alike are His; Without His leave they pass no threshold oer;Who, then,…
Angels · Devotional exercises
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