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Two Pilgrims for the Holy Land
Have left our lonely door,
Two sinless angels, hand in hand,
Have reached the promised shore.
We saw them take their heavenward flight,
Through floods of drowning tears ;
And felt in woe's bewildering night
The agony of years.
But now we watch the golden path
Their blessed feet have trod,
And know that voice was not in wrath
Which called them both to God.

[Written for a Monument to two English Children, in the
Protestant Burial Ground at Rome.]