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They whisper in the dull, cold ear,
Kind words of peace, and hope, and cheer;
Then heavenward the freed spirit bear.

Say, would'st thou share their mission blest,
Who guide earth's weary ones to rest?
This holy task is given to thee,
For ere Death's hand shall set thee free,
A guardian angel thou may'st be.