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Stars by the hundreds dot the sky With sister Moon at leisure, And God and angels view the world From heaven’s height with pleasure.

A smiling angel’s coming down To earth as heaven’s vision-- Fair as the fragrant breath of spring, And love is his sweet mission.

Wherever he just passes by All’s stricken with sweet passion, And nightingales and fair white doves All sing with animation.

And he whom his white wing does touch Is transformed all over, And something sweet enters his breast That human words can’t cover.