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hand in hand with angels.
Hand in hand with angels;
Oft in menial guise;
By the same strait pathway
Prince and beggar rise.
If we drop the fingers,
Toil-imbrowned and worn,
Then one link with heaven
From our life is torn.
Oft in menial guise;
By the same strait pathway
Prince and beggar rise.
If we drop the fingers,
Toil-imbrowned and worn,
Then one link with heaven
From our life is torn.
Hand in hand with angels:
Some are fallen,—alas!
Soiled wings trail pollution
Over all they pass.
Lift them into sunshine!
Bid them seek the sky!
Weaker is your soaring,
When they cease to fly.
Some are fallen,—alas!
Soiled wings trail pollution
Over all they pass.
Lift them into sunshine!
Bid them seek the sky!
Weaker is your soaring,
When they cease to fly.
Hand in hand with angels;
Some are out of sight,
Leading us, unknowing,
Into paths of light.
Some dear hands are loosened
From our earthly clasp,
Some are out of sight,
Leading us, unknowing,
Into paths of light.
Some dear hands are loosened
From our earthly clasp,
