New Thought Pastels by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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page 26 of 26 (100%)
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She stood amidst the radiant throng
That came to swell love's welcoming song - This humble soul from earth's far coast The centre of the heavenly host. On earth they see her grave and say: 'She lies there till the judgment day;' Nor dream, so limited their thought, What miracles by love are wrought. |
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