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the angels of life.
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XII.

"I bring thee Patience," said the gentle voice,
"Thou calledst me Hope when life was in its bloom;
But Hope matured is Patience. Ah, rejoice!
'Tis thus, where hope despairs, I can o'ercome."'

XII.

Then with linked hands two seraph forms serene
Approached; harmoniously their voices flowed;
"And we," they said, with hushed and solemn mien,
"We bring thee Love to man and Faith in God!

XIV.

"Instead of earthly passion's fiery glow,
Its transient ecstasy, its wild unrest,
Between our torches calm thy life shall flow,"
And breathed a blessing on my throbbing breast.

XV.

Dried were my tears, when lo! the fairest, last
Filled with her grand maternal form, the space,
But darkened by the shade of pinions vast,
I saw not yet the glory of her face.