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The Holy Snowdrops.

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Of old, with goodwill from the skies,         The holy angels came;     They walked the earth with human eyes,         And passed away in flame.     But now the angels are withdrawn,         Because the flowers can speak;     With Christ, we see the dayspring dawn         In every snowdrop meek.     God sends them forth; to God they tend;         Not less with love they burn,     That to the earth they lowly bend,         And unto dust return.     No miracle in them hath place,         For this world is their home;     An utterance of essential grace         The angel-snowdrops come.

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