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Behind the pinions of the Seraphim,
 Whose wings flame out upon the swinging spheres,
 There is a Voice that speaks the numbered years
Until that Day when all comes back to Him;
Behind the faces of the Cherubim,
 Whose smiles of love are seen through broken tears,
 There is a Face that every creature fears,
The Face of Love no veil may ever dim.

O Angels of Glad Laughter and of Song,
 Your voices sound so near, the little wall
  Can scarcely hide the trees that bend and nod;
Unbar the gate, for you have waited long
 To show the Garden that was made for all,—
  Where all is safe beneath the Smile of God.