Two angels stood without The City's gate
And down beside the wall where ran a stream,
And palms hung over, and the day was mild.
These angels' chosen duty was to aid
Weak comers to The City from our world.
For when they saw a spirit down the void
Mounting on weary, nigh exhausted wings,
They flew to it and helped it to The Gate.
So, often in communion with the souls
That from this life depart, these angels learned