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8775	Hugo, Victor	Poems			.txt	text/plain	71739	7611	96	The angels said: "Thy Saviour bids thee come, "Child, life and hope were with thee at thy birth, But life soon bowed thy tender form to earth, Come, for His brow was crowned with thorns like thine, How lovely conflagrations look when night is utter dark! Is like thee in thy holy slumber. Like a fond sister charming the eyes of a brother, Didst thou mark how like blood in descending it shone? where thy mighty hand hath passed, all things must bend! Of forest, where thy voice like zephyr plays, Thy soul expands to catch this new world's light, While my poor heart can bring thee only love. Your great bright eyes, that loved to view Thy writers, like thyself, by good men scorned-Like things but seen in horrid dreams of night. Who knows if thou putt'st forth thy poor maimed hand, When thy laugh like the song of the dawn	./cache/8775.txt	./txt/8775.txt