Gossamer Wings, a Golden Lyre, and silken
gowns pretty their attire, for me to listen
and admire..
Angelic Voices, sweet, sublime, their Voices,
beauty each combines..
And ne'er have I admired so, such beauty,
voice, and face aglow..
And this I know, they have traveled wide,
to pleasure give, our cares aside..
Too short for me their harmony, and
to me always memory..
Once more somewhere their voices yearn..
The memory again to me return..
And then once more with backward look,
sometime again, some other nook..
The world is wide, but yet so small,
their talent ever to me call..
Thank you Angels, your pleasure give,
to be remembered, days I live..
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