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45674	McKnight, Hiram Peck	Prison Poetry			.txt	text/plain	41407	4052	96	God loves me, and I feel assured that all will yet be right! 'Tis Heaven's dearest gift to man--The Freedom of the Mind! Where is the man on this broad earth, so pure, so good, so true, The time will come to set _aright_ the numerous wrongs of _Man_! I know he is a real good man, who loves Eternal Right. Whose heart is overflowing with _love_ for bond and free. Knows life is but the unit of God's Eternal Plan, Man's innate love of beauty and his dread of pain, The lips long buried--and our souls shall greet Through prison walls, like heaven-sent hope, Faithful to her life-long trust, a wife, a mother, true and just, Loves and homes you lost, 'tis true, But _time_, and _love_ while God shall reign. And the few who know thee better, as a man of heart, The true and only law to govern man--Thy love,	./cache/45674.txt	./txt/45674.txt