These who were Christ sustained,
Each golden wing obtained,
For spirits illumine within,
Downing flights of benign,
With wings of weathering cages,
Through ranks of fading ages,
Where travellers refresh out-worn,
And by the order return,
Nor shame nor loss betide us
For He's at each path we cross.
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