Playmates

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XVIII. PLAYMATES.

God permits industrious angels
Afternoons to play.
I met one, — forgot my school-mates,
All, for him, straightway.

God calls home the angels promptly
At the setting sun ;
I missed mine.  How dreary marbles,
After playing Crown !


 

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