Poem: Playmates
Updated May 6, 2020 |
Infoplease Staff
Playmates
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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