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An angel was tired of heaven, as he lounged in the golden street; / His halo was tilted sideways, and his harp lay mute at his feet; / So the Master stooped in His pity, and gave him a pass to go, / For the space of a moon, to the earth-world, to mix with the men below.
He doffed his celestial garments, scarce waiting to lay them straight; / He bade goodbye to Peter, who stood by the golden gate; / The sexless singers of heaven chanted a fond farewell, / And the imps looked up as they pattered on the red-hot flags of hell.