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Angels in the early morning / May be seen the dews among, / Stooping, plucking, smiling, flying: / Do the buds to them belong?
Angels when the sun is hottest / May be seen the sands among, / Stooping, plucking, sighing, flying; / Parched the flowers they bear along.