an original poem by Helena Noel
This joy carves silver furrows
down my cheek
And bowed, that cheek is lain
upon Thy Trove;
Lain trembling near Thy Breast
where, strong and sweet,
Beats ceaselessly the sound
of Heaven's Love.
down my cheek
And bowed, that cheek is lain
upon Thy Trove;
Lain trembling near Thy Breast
where, strong and sweet,
Beats ceaselessly the sound
of Heaven's Love.
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