OUR ANGELS.
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MEMOIR OF A QUEEN.
ER name, before she was a queen, boots not.NWhen she was crowned, her kingdom said,
"The Queen!"
And after that, all other names too mean
By far had seemed. Perhaps all were forgot,
Save "Queen, sweet queen."
Such pitiable lot
As till her birth her kingdom had, was seen
Never in all fair lands, so torn between
False grasping powers, that toiled and fought, but got
No peace.
All curious search is wholly vain
For written page or stone whereon occurs
A mention of the kingdom which obeyed
This sweet queen's rule. But centuries have laid
No dead queen down in royal sepulchres
Whose reign was greater or more blest than hers.
OUR ANGELS.
H! not with any sound they come, or sign,Which fleshly ear or eye can recognize;
No curiosity can compass or surprise
The secret of that intercourse divine
Which God permits, ordains, across the line,
The changeless line which bars
Our earth from other stars.
