Are they not all Ministering Spirits?
1804-1875
WE see them not--we cannot hear
The music of their wing--
Yet know we that they sojourn near,
The Angels of the spring!
They glide along this lovely ground
When the first violet grows;
Their graceful hands have just unbound
The zone of yonder rose.
I gather it for thy dear breast,
From stain and shadow free:
That which an Angel's touch hath blest
Is meet, my love, for thee!
DayPoems Poem No. 627
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/627.html">Are they not all Ministering Spirits? by Robert Stephen Hawker</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
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