The Last Robin
Lyrics and Sonnets


by Ethelwyn Wetherald



 

EARTH’S ANGELS.



ANGEL of Youth, how swift you flew!
    Perhaps you’re worth a sigh.
Angle of Love, good-bye to you—
    Good-bye! Good-bye!

Angel of Work, your strong demand

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    My soul enliveneth,
Till on my hands you lay YOUR hand,
    Angle of Death. [Page 108]