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For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast
And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed
And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill
And their hearts but once heaved and for ever grew still
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The light of love the purity of grace
The mind the Music breathing from her face
The heart whose softness harmonised the whole
And oh that eye was in itself a Soul
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