In old days there were angels who came and took men by the hand and led them away from the city of destruction. We see no white-winged angels now. But yet men are led away from threatening destruction: a hand is put into theirs, which leads them forth gently towards a calm and bright land, so that they look no more backward; and the hand may be a little child’s.
George Eliot · Silas Marner
Comfort & remembrance
“In old days there were angels who came and took men by the hand…”
- Author
- George Eliot
- Work
- Silas Marner
- Year
- 1861
- Chapter / part
- Chapter XIV
- Length
- 70 words
- Source
- Project Gutenberg eBook #550
Public domain. This passage is in the public domain. George Eliot died in 1880, more than 70 years ago, and the work was first published in 1861. You can copy, print, read aloud or sell it without asking permission; a credit is kind but not required. The text is copied word for word from the Project Gutenberg edition linked here.
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