(^anctuary I kneel. Dumb are my lips, My sorrowing heart is numb. Low-murmured absolutions gently fall From out the curtained confessional. In shadow, here and there, a worshiper Bows down in...
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(^od in Maple Street ^Vision God walks at evening down our dingy street Where lovers stand beneath the shade and say What two within a garden would repeat Once, centuries away. God walks at...
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