Quote#Love
We see them not—we cannot hear
Quote byRobert Stephen Hawker · 1803–1875
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: "Are they not all Ministering Spirits?".
English (original)
We see them not—we cannot hear The music of their wing— Yet know we that they sojourn near, The Angels of the spring!They glide along this lovely ground When the first violet grows; Their graceful hands have just unbound The zone of yonder rose.I gather it for thy dear breast, From stain and shadow free: That which an Angel’s touch hath blest Is meet, my love, for thee!
— Robert Stephen Hawker
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