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XVIII.
PLAYMATES.
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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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