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Show My Three Angels. Three angels travel with me as I journey jour-ney toward the west. Where far-off sunset mountains stand, to guard the vales of rest: Three angels and I can not tell which angel is the best. The first that came to share my lot, when life was young and fair; Was he whom men call Labor, as they meet him everywhere. And he filled my life with strivings, and the whole round world with care. ? And then came Love, and all the earth grew strangely bright and new; And my first angel seemed more fair, more loyal, real and true: For Love makes Labor lighter, and the skies more deeply blue. Then last of all came Sorrow, an unasked, un-asked, unwelcome guest; And he walked along beside us, as we journeyed to the west: And Love grew strangely sweet and fair, and Labor doubly blest. So we traveled on together, my dear angel friends and I, And li,fe tjk on new meanings, as the fruitful years went by; And I prayed them: Tarry with me till my time shall come to die! Thus onward through the changeful years have we together passed. Along that pathway leading where the silence fall3 at last. Each angel proving leal and true, where'er wher-e'er my lot is cast. The mountains where the sunset waits, loom nearer in the west; But safe my angels lead me toward the peaceful vales of rest; And only He which sent them knows which angel is the best. J. S. CUTLER. |