THE DOVE AND THE ANGEL.
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Ah, an Angel that once was a mortal
Flew out of the glories unknown,
And, like the white dove from the darkness
That came to her love with its moan,
She nestled down close in his bosom,
And hid from the wound in her own.
Flew out of the glories unknown,
And, like the white dove from the darkness
That came to her love with its moan,
She nestled down close in his bosom,
And hid from the wound in her own.
