Who can ascend above the clouds?
Where a road of white enshrouds
And travel where sky is all you know
There to find rest from what's down below
Do the angels travel high this way?
As they look o'er what we do
May we testify on fast Sunday
So they can look upon us anew
And may they be found beside me
To my left and to my right
To bear me up in my times of need
And keep me safe through the day and night
Flight home from Maryland
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