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   How fading are the joys we dote upon! Like apparitions seen and gone. But those which soonest take their flight are the most exquisite and strong-Like angels' visits, short and bright; Mortality's to weak to bear them long. John Norris Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep; All these with ceaseless praise his works behold, Both day and night. John Milton The angels all were singing out of tune, And horse with having nothing else to do, Excepting to wind up the sun and the moon, Or curb a runaway young star or two. Lord Byron. Angels are bright still, though the highest fell. William Shakespeare Silently one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lonely stars, the for-get-me-nots of the angels. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow    The Golden moments in the stream of life rush past us, and we see nothing but sand; The angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone. George Eliot 
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