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And by his well shall angels lean
And see the golden heads within;
Their hands the date and fig shall bring
To make his meal at evening.

Him shall no evil beast affright
Since angels guard him day and night;
The vultures they have fled afar
From where God's feathered people are.

Sweet his estate who in the wild,
No more mere mortal man exiled,
Looks up, from his tear-watered sod,
And sees in heaven the smile of God.

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