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THE CHOSEN
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All beauteous in the blossom-time of youth,
Ere yet a cloud your radiance could dim,—
You knew him for God's messenger, in truth,
And like an angel, went away with him.
All beauteous in the blossom-time of youth,
Ere yet a cloud your radiance could dim,—
You knew him for God's messenger, in truth,
And like an angel, went away with him.