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THE BATTLE OF LIFE.
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But the guardian angels are hovering near;
They have watched unseen o’er the conflict here,
And they bear him now, on their wings away,
To a realm of peace,—to a cloudless day.
Ended now is the earthly strife,
And his brow is crowned with the Crown of Life.