'Premonition Whenever he was absent she would pace The empty studio from end to end, Hand clenched against her lips as though to fend Some threatened mortal blow. With frozen face Mask-like in...
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"Unto the Least of These" The earth is full of children's song— Like summer wind through fields of grain It ripples happily along With heavenward refrain— But underneath its lilting chime I...
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