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"Tis written, that the serving angels stand
Beside God's throne, ten myriads on each hand.
Waiting, with wings outstretched and watchful eyes,
To do their Master's heavenly embassies.
Quickly His high commands they read,
Swifter than light to execute them speed,
Bearing the word of power from star to star -
Some hither and some thither, near and far.
And unto these naught is too high or low,
To mean or mighty, if He wills it so;
Neither is any creature, great or small,
Beyond His pity, which embraceth all,
Because His eye beholdeth all which are;
Seen without search, and commeth without care;
Nor any ocean rolls so vast that He
Forgets one wave of all that restless sea.
Edwin Arnold, 1905
"Tis written, that the serving angels stand
And unto these naught is too high or low,
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