Poem June 3, 1961 Issue

WHERE ANGELS TREAD

Robert Ellis Key

Where angels tread,
We do not see
Their footprints
On the grass,
Nor do we hear them
As they gently pass.
Yet in their presence
All is hallowed;
For O the joy
God's glorious thoughts impart
When we receive them
In a humble heart.

Robert Ellis Key

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