Let Angels be Angels


United States
40° 44' 19.8348" N, 112° 6' 26.1108" W

As times to come are seen from heav'n above,
As life's pasture of green is burning bright,
When eyes of men so keen do nothing miss,
When hearts of gold are gleaned in dying night,
Through all the bridges made and burned for love,
Through every insult laid in haste or spite,
Let calloused hands in aid of conscience kiss,
Let Angels high arrayed in darkness fight.


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