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 EARLY POEMS AND SKETCHES 
 
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 0f Contents 
 
 PAGE 
 
 A BRIDE 39 
 
 A GIFT 24 
 
 A PRAYER 37 
 
 AT LAST 22 
 
 v CHRISTMAS 5 
 
 HOME 26 
 
 LIFE 45 
 
 LIGHT 49 
 
 ^LovE....Jg; 43 
 
 '/ MY FATHER 19 
 
 ONE ROSE 47 
 
 PEACE 34 
 
 ^ QUEEN OF MAY 14 
 
 SPRING 10 
 
 '"* To A FRIEND 29 
 
 v To MY MOTHER 17 
 
 To NELLY 12 
 
 YOUTH AND AGE 30
 
 JJrefar* 
 
 Before my mother passed away she 
 often requested me to publish the poems 
 I wrote when a girl. Other relatives and 
 friends in more recent years have urged 
 me to publish them. With some reluc 
 tance I am yielding to their wishes but 
 with confidence that those who know 
 what my daily life and work mean at 
 this time, will readily see that my 
 thoughts have risen to a higher hope 
 and a clearer understanding than my 
 earlier lispings indicated. I shall feel 
 amply repaid for the risk in setting this 
 little volume adrift, if but one person 
 finds something in the poems that re 
 news a hope or makes an otherwise long 
 day seem short.
 
 A few of the poems contained in 
 this book were written in recent years. 
 For the most part, however, they ex 
 press my earlier thoughts. If, there 
 fore, some careful reader should feel 
 inclined to criticise them, I am sure he 
 will first consider the time in life when 
 they were written. 
 
 M. BETTIE BELL. 
 
 4037 Drexel Boulevard 
 
 Chicago, 111. 
 November, 1906
 
 ffiljratmaa, 1905 
 
 merry bells do chime with joy 
 This Christmas time, 
 Their notes of peace without alloy 
 In jolly rhyme. 
 
 They sound like music in the ear, 
 
 So soft and clear, 
 And chase away full many a fear, 
 
 From faces dear. 
 
 Now welcome they! These bonny bells, 
 
 Of yearly chime, 
 A great and glorious story tells, 
 
 In every clime. 
 
 Of one who came from Heaven to earth 
 
 To give a gem 
 To nations, kindreds, and all tongues 
 
 The real Realm.
 
 The real Christmas is not told 
 
 In fiction's way; 
 But love and joy it does unfold 
 
 In bright array. 
 
 His gifts are not in mortal things; 
 
 These things of air, 
 They fade and die; but what He brings 
 
 Are treasures rare. 
 
 He was God's "Christmas Gift" to man, 
 
 His own dear Son, 
 He bids us see him everywhere; 
 
 You are that one. 
 
 When this we do, we are free-born; 
 
 In God's own way 
 We enter bliss; no more forlorn 
 
 We never stray
 
 Then let us grasp this gift of Life, 
 
 Make it our own; 
 And turn forever from the strife 
 
 Where woe is known. 
 
 The real gem that Love has given 
 
 Will ever shine, 
 And show us what and where is Heaven; 
 
 All there, is thine. 
 
 Do not reject this holy gift; 
 
 It is too rare, 
 It turns the heavy heart of stone 
 
 To Him so fair. 
 
 He says in pleading tones so sweet, 
 
 ' 'Come unto Me" 
 
 And I will give you wine and wheat, 
 And make you free.
 
 "Come unto Me" and you will find 
 
 The light of day; 
 And in this light you'll see to walk 
 
 In Wisdom's way. 
 
 Not cold the Way, nor hard, nor bleak, 
 
 But always love ; 
 It is the Way by which all reach 
 
 Our house above. 
 
 O! take the lamp by Wisdom given 
 
 With eager hand; 
 For by its shining we find Heaven; 
 
 We seek this land. 
 
 Let us so watch and work and pray, 
 
 That next year's end 
 Shall find us knowing Christ's Christmas 
 
 Where pride and folly bend.
 
 These jeweled thoughts I give to you 
 
 This Christmas eve, 
 May on your heart the living Truth 
 
 Its impress leave.
 
 WRITTEN AT THE AGE OF ELEVEN 
 
 4JSLEAK winter is fading fast, 
 The cold winds have almost passed, 
 And gentle Spring with form so fair, 
 Is coming with her beauties rare. 
 
 Sweet Spring! We shall ever hail 
 
 Thy presence with delight; 
 For thy coming doth impart 
 
 A vision green and bright. 
 
 Thou comest with thy radiant smile, 
 Bringing gladness to our heart; 
 
 How sweetly we the hours beguile, 
 Oh, beauties, ne 'er depart. 
 
 Thou bringest with thee little birds, 
 That chant their sweetest song, 
 
 In low and plaintive requiem 
 Their tuneful notes prolong. 
 
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 The flowers too, with fragrance sweet, 
 
 Is wafted through the air, 
 And all around is pure and bright, 
 
 Decked in its Spring attire. 
 
 The glistening of the dew-drop 
 
 At the early dawn of day, 
 Seems to inspire with holy thought 
 
 While in mystery they lay. 
 
 It casts a shadow from our heart, 
 As we think with great delight 
 
 Of this unfathomed mystery 
 That comes with form so bright. 
 
 Oh, Spring, Thou art so pure and true 
 
 Thy clothing is sublime, 
 Thou tellest of our great Creator 
 
 Of Him who is Divine.
 
 WRITTEN AT THE AGE OF TWELVE 
 
 1JJHEN they told me thou wast dead, 
 
 The winds went howling by, [Nelly, 
 Oh, how my poor heart throbbed, Nelly, 
 
 To think you had to die. 
 But I know you are happy now, Nelly, 
 
 With angels by your side, 
 And your death I'll try to forget, Nelly, 
 
 And dry the flowing tide. 
 
 Oh, the happy hours we 've spent, Nelly, 
 
 Dwell in my memory yet ; 
 But I'm forced to be content, Nelly, 
 
 And repress my fond regret ; 
 Oh, not for all the world, Nelly, 
 
 Would I call you back again, 
 Though it is a bitter struggle, Nelly, 
 
 So lonely to remain. 
 
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 I never knew how dear thou wast, Nelly, 
 
 'Till I was left alone, 
 Then I thought my heart would break, 
 
 [Nelly, 
 
 To think that thou hads't flown; 
 Oh, we never more shall meet, Nelly, 
 
 In this sad world of pain, 
 But there with happy angels, Nelly, 
 
 I trust we '11 meet again.
 
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 MAT 1864 
 
 , glad May Day 
 With sunshine bright, 
 With flowers fair 
 And hearts so light; 
 Oh frolicksome girls, 
 Why choose ye me 
 To serve this day 
 For Queen of May? 
 
 You gave six maids 
 Of beauty rare, 
 You chose each one 
 With tender care; 
 With loyal hearts 
 They serve each day, 
 With loving wish 
 Your Queen of May. 
 
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 I love these maids 
 You give me here, 
 They join with me 
 In this great cheer; 
 They will with me 
 In humble way, 
 Thank you in name 
 Of Queen of May. 
 
 You wreathe us all 
 With clover white, 
 And dress us in 
 
 Sweet robes so light; 
 You sing us songs 
 With poets lay, 
 In which you claim 
 Your Queen of May.
 
 This honor great 
 Has come from you, 
 In choosing us 
 You were so true; 
 May blessings rare 
 Be yours this day, 
 This Prayer is from 
 Your Queen of May. 
 
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 WRITTEN AT THE AGE OF THIRTEEN 
 
 AM thinking of thee, Mother, 
 Now whilst I am all alone, 
 Thinking of the happy smile 
 
 That'll greet me when I come home. 
 
 Yes, dear Mother, thoughts of thee, 
 Pleasantly flit across my brain, 
 
 Thoughts more sweet than I can tell, 
 Yet, I would not them refrain. 
 
 I knew not how I loved thee, Mother. 
 
 Till absence my love did test, , 
 Nor did I know how I would miss 
 
 Thy loving fond caress. 
 
 'Tis said that absence conquers love 
 Though I ' ve not found it so, 
 
 For every hour that passeth by 
 The tie doth stronger grow.
 
 This world would be a blank, Mother, 
 If 'twere not for thy sweet face, 
 
 To cheer us on through weal and woe, 
 Our trials to erase. 
 
 Ever ready thou art, Mother, 
 To give some kindly word, 
 
 To those in gladness or distress 
 And lead their thoughts to God.
 
 JUNE 1865 
 
 LOVED him so 
 I never knew how much, 
 'Till at school one day 
 A letter came 
 With his dear name, 
 Filled with tender touch. 
 
 The tears fell fast, 
 
 Such grateful tears, 
 His lovely words 
 
 Still all the fears, 
 Such good advice, 
 
 Will ever last 
 
 For all the years 
 
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 He's a manly man, 
 With heart so true, 
 
 And nobly grand, 
 A Christian too; 
 
 So firm and strong 
 With righteous view. 
 
 I took a look, 
 
 His restful thoughts 
 Lay on my book, 
 
 In folded letter. 
 It spurred me on 
 
 To study better. 
 
 Who would not please 
 
 A Father dear, 
 Love like his inspires 
 
 Is ever near, 
 Hope like his requires 
 
 A ready ear. 
 
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 He came at last, 
 'Twas closing day, 
 
 His face was light 
 With loving ray; 
 
 I won the Prize 
 His arms I lay. 
 
 Approvals sweet 
 From parent pride. 
 
 Who would dare tax 
 A flowing tide 
 
 Of hope like his 
 Or love so wide?
 
 At East 
 
 JV T last, I saw the light. 
 
 It came from one who knew the way; 
 
 Who said that darkness could not stay, 
 And taught me what she knew was right. 
 
 At last, my hope grew strong, 
 I strove to lay my burden down 
 And seek in Truth to find the crown; 
 
 I'd waited on the Lord so long. 
 
 At last, my trust rose high, 
 The Word of Life came clear to me, 
 It said, You must and shall be free, 
 
 And God shall be forever nigh. 
 
 At last, the rod was given, 
 
 To lay the error in the dust. 
 
 Obey and pray; she said we must 
 From all the past of sin be riven.
 
 At last, the light did shine, 
 
 Truth healed me of a broken heart. 
 
 It said, From grief you now must part, 
 The saving love of Truth is thine. 
 
 At last, the love is great, 
 
 I know that my Redeemer lives, 
 And with His loving kindness gives 
 
 A message which is not too late. 
 
 At last, the Christ so sweet ! 
 
 To her who taught me how to pray, 
 
 In humble gratitude I lay 
 The healing laurels at her feet.
 
 A (Sift 
 
 1891 
 
 ILVER and gold send I to you, 
 
 A piece of pure white linen too; 
 Dross consumed by the gold of love, 
 Silver purifies, lifts us above 
 This mortal life. 
 
 Out of darkness into light, 
 
 Linen of righteousness all so white, 
 With daisies wrought in silken thread, 
 
 Emblem of that which lives, not dead, 
 To Truth and right. 
 
 Accept from me this Christmas tide, 
 The gold, silver, the linen wide ; 
 
 And use them each and every day, 
 They are true emblems that point the 
 To Life and Love. [way
 
 We lay these tokens at your feet, 
 They bear to you a message sweet, 
 
 Of one who loves the words you speak, 
 And means to live them week by week 
 Till the Crown is won. 
 
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 true we find our joys at home, 
 Though over land and sea we roam; 
 The sweetest place on earth to be 
 Under the home-roof-dear to me. 
 
 "Home, Sweet Home," the Poet sings, 
 The rippling notes an echo rings, 
 "Home again" with hopes so 
 
 bright, 
 
 And "Old Kentucky Home, good 
 night." 
 
 No Poet has ever yet revealed 
 The depth of love that is concealed. 
 
 Each pulse of heart he does require. 
 
 Home's the Eden of man's desire. 
 
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 But how could language e'er relate, 
 Or put in words that happy state, 
 The blessedness of our own hearth, 
 The dearest, sweetest place on earth. 
 
 When tired of travel we go home, 
 Or when our College days are done, 
 The same free feeling from all care 
 We find a welcome ever there. 
 
 No fairer home where was no dirth, 
 Than ' 'Cedar Grove," place of my birth, 
 On rolling blue grass knoll it stood 
 Surrounded by rich fields of wood. 
 
 It was a charm of old Kentucky 
 And we were called the children lucky; 
 The flowers and birds were all around 
 And fruits in plenty did abound. 
 
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 Would such a home could last forever, 
 With Father, Mother to leave it never; 
 With Brothers, Sisters, always near, 
 No separations e'er to fear. 
 
 An ideal home, with latch-string out, 
 To welcome all from every route, 
 The home of joy, health, and beauty, 
 Forget thee ne'er will be our duty. 
 
 The sweetest song t'was ever heard, 
 In solemn chant-pathetic word, 
 "My old Kentucky Home,Good night;" 
 To yearn for you will be our right.
 
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 1865 
 
 4JJAY the soft and golden sunlight 
 
 Glint thy pathway o'er, 
 Till thy days are full of brightness 
 
 And chase all shadows from thy door. 
 If the clouds do chance to fall 
 Look to God, Let Him be ALL in ALL. 
 
 Life is full of earnest meaning, 
 Full of something good to do, 
 
 Minds with earnest thoughts are teeming, 
 Thoughts that should be great and true. 
 
 Let good thinking keep you free, 
 
 In time and in eternity.
 
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 hopes of life stand out so bold on 
 this fair day; 
 
 Talent weaves strands of purest gold and 
 spreads her flowers 
 
 In bright array to light our way. 
 
 It is the age that's fat and fair, with silver 
 threads in softest hair 
 
 But not of age, 'tis youth's donation, and 
 Love's salvation. 
 
 With Life's pulsation and Hope's irradi 
 ation. 
 
 Oh, blessed star, thou art not far at 
 
 forty-five; 
 And if perchance prayer has given to 
 
 quick advance on Heaven's stair, 
 Where may hear strands of David's lyre :
 
 Age in spirit is youth in truth 
 Innocent lamb that brings the balm to 
 
 heal our wounds, 
 And put the music into rhyme that thrills 
 
 with love, from notes above. 
 To chase dark thoughts of mortal lore 
 From Shiloh's shore. 
 
 'Tis youth's bright realm, this love of 
 
 lore; 
 
 The child of God will find this ore 
 In Judah's Rock. It is his peace that 
 
 gives him lease 
 On life's great shore, where dream of age 
 
 is never more. 
 Eternity's law is never bound by age or 
 
 time
 
 No silver thread nor wrinkled brow, 
 For Heaven is now. 
 
 'Tis first the blade and then the ear, 'tis 
 
 well to hear nor be afraid, 
 For the full corn comes with full ear, 
 To chase away the print of age and show 
 
 to man, 
 
 A brighter page to youth's eternal age. 
 'Tis look within and not without, the 
 
 inner man knows his whereabout 
 The outer man will bend not bow to age 
 
 and woe, 
 Growth of Truth will rob old Time of 
 
 shadow's claim; in place of shade 
 Shine the beauteous shrine that love has 
 
 made.
 
 Love on, Love on, the voice of youth 
 Will fill thy soul with love and truth 
 
 Heed the stranger within thy gate; 
 
 Invite him in, ere it be too late; 
 His touch alone will still the pride; 
 And solace the fear, and open wide 
 The door so dear that leadeth to love, 
 Which gives the vim of Youth in Truth 
 and Truth in Youth.
 
 (jOME unto me, 
 All ye that weary be, 
 And I will give you rest, 
 To be forever free, 
 
 And ever bless'd. 
 
 Let light be yours, 
 
 And no more darkness see, 
 Nor count the time or tide, 
 My peace will come to thee, 
 And love beside. 
 
 Let joy be yours, 
 
 And sadness never dun 
 Your real sight so clear, 
 Peace is found in prayer, 
 
 And rest so dear.
 
 No sickness there, 
 
 Nor sin be ever known, 
 No death to make or mar 
 That true light that's never shorn 
 Of its bright star. 
 
 My peace I give to thee, 
 So full of love and light; 
 A gift so pure and free 
 From that dear land so bright, 
 For you and me. 
 
 My peace I leave with thee, 
 And leaving, it is here 
 Ne'er to be torn away; 
 It is forever near, 
 
 And come to stay.
 
 Make it your own, 
 
 And down the warfare lay; 
 In Love is your release 
 You have the brilliant ray, 
 
 It is your peace. 
 
 So peace be still, 
 
 It calms the troubled wave, 
 "Acquaint thyself with God" 
 And know that it will save 
 If you will wield the rod. 
 
 Your peace He gave.
 
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 me be as Thou hast made me, 
 Oh, my Father, Mother, God; 
 Let me know Thy sweetness, meekness, 
 Even though Thou use the rod. 
 
 Rest me, Shepherd, with Thy bounty, 
 Cleanse me from all subtle sin; 
 
 Let the burdens all be nothing, 
 Make me strong and pure within. 
 
 Let me lean upon Thee fully, 
 Knowing naught but Love divine; 
 
 Let me be Thy child who dwelleth 
 In Thy presence so sublime. 
 
 Hear my prayer, Oh, Mother Love, 
 That watcheth o'er me ever, 
 
 And evil may I never see, 
 But be with Thee forever. 
 
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 Come I to Thee, to holy be, 
 
 In pastures green to rest ; 
 May I be meek and lowly too, 
 
 For this is my bequest. 
 
 Let me know Thee, whom to know 
 
 Is everlasting, joyous life ; 
 Let my patience ever grow 
 
 To put away earth's endless strife. 
 
 Let Thy grace sufficient be 
 
 To bear the cross and win the crown; 
 Let Thy faith be mine to free 
 
 And help me lay all burdens down. 
 
 Light from Thee is ever near, 
 
 Whose rays illume the way; 
 That light which makes all things clear 
 
 And leads us to Eternal day.
 
 A BrUte 
 
 in white she stood, 
 A bride so neat, 
 And took the solemn vow 
 Upon her lips so sweet. 
 
 That made her one with him 
 
 Her heart did love, 
 A sacred vow was given 
 
 Heard by One above. 
 
 It was a Christian vow 
 
 An hour of light. 
 A Godly thought did bind 
 
 The knot so tight. 
 
 These lovers joined 
 
 In Christian peace will walk, 
 And in sweet unity 
 
 With God forever talk.
 
 The rare white, fleecy dress, 
 
 So pure and fine, 
 Told a deep tale, 
 
 Of Love's exhaustless mine. 
 
 A righteous thought 
 
 Of grace and power, and peace, 
 Kept stealing in, and hope 
 
 Rose high of sweet release. 
 
 In this dear bridal hour, 
 
 A tale is told 
 Of how and why and what, 
 
 A Christian may unfold. 
 
 A little child 
 
 A golden ring did bear; 
 An emblem sweet, 
 
 That Love is everywhere. 
 
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 Six maids, clothed in pink, 
 
 Typed Love's affection; 
 As many groomsmen stood, 
 
 To guard and give protection. 
 
 A sister clothed in white 
 
 A maid of honor fair, 
 To give the bride her blessing 
 
 This child of golden hair. 
 
 The parents not far away 
 
 With patient trust, 
 Gave their joy to other hands 
 
 Because they knew they must. 
 
 This bridal is of God 
 
 None need have fear; 
 But wait for Him who knoweth best 
 
 He will soon appear.
 
 This union is a Christian work, 
 Death nor time can sever; 
 
 In God they'll learn to think 
 And live in Him forever.
 
 2TET us learn to seek and ask of Love 
 
 To give us her revealings, 
 Let us strive to learn to look above 
 
 Where there are no concealings; 
 Let us gently, humbly, seek and find 
 
 The Love that is our Mother, 
 And with affection pure enshrined 
 
 Give worship to no other. 
 
 Let us perceive that Love and Wisdom 
 
 Is our Father, Mother, God, 
 Then we shall know that we are children 
 
 Of a Christly human-hood. 
 Then in Elchim, our only God, 
 
 We shall find immortal peace, 
 When we take in hand the mighty rod 
 
 And pray daily for release.
 
 Oh, thou eternal Love, 
 
 To thee we owe our being, 
 And our light, and endless gratitude, 
 
 We fail no more in seeing 
 That thy life's plenitude 
 
 Gives us joy increasing 
 
 From all sin releasing.
 
 (J|)PEN the Sepulchre! 
 
 Christ is waiting 
 To lead you on; 
 
 Arise in newness! 
 Harpstrings singing 
 
 Death is gone. 
 
 Out from Sepulchre 
 Christ has come 
 
 With loving touch, 
 To heal and save 
 
 From lawless law 
 That claims so much. 
 
 No death, no, never! 
 
 You cannot claim 
 One child of light. 
 
 Nor can you sever 
 With dart or aim, 
 
 For God is might;
 
 With rod in hand 
 One loving band, 
 
 We're joined together; 
 For out of night 
 
 We've found the light 
 And LIFE forever.
 
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 (JHERE is one White Rose 
 Which speaks of purity, 
 
 Its leaves in sweet repose 
 Talk peace and unity. 
 
 Its fragrance so sweet, 
 A dainty perfume has shed; 
 
 Angel thoughts will meet, 
 To resurrect the dead. 
 
 Heaven's where it bloomed, 
 A rare and costly thing, 
 
 Like a dove it loomed 
 And spread its fairy wing. 
 
 Only one sweet Rose, 
 A gift from tender hand, 
 
 That raised its strength 
 To guard God's precious lamb. 
 
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 Let it be done ! So wills 
 The law that made it pure, 
 
 Affection rare instills 
 Which ever will endure. 
 
 What is this Rose so white? 
 
 The gratitude of Love. 
 It bloomed in Edons light 
 
 And bids us look above. 
 
 Let God direct the heart 
 To pulse His affection, 
 
 Which bids all else depart 
 And lean on His protection. 
 
 'Tis heaven's foretaste, 
 Of riches rare and white ; 
 
 This Rose, a gift, elate 
 And riches right with might.
 
 |TET not your heart be troubled, 
 Said the voice of Love divine ; 
 Let it never be dismayed, 
 
 Said the Truth of joy sublime; 
 Think no evil day by day, 
 Let no shadow come thy way. 
 Look for the light 
 Of omnipresent might. 
 
 Take no thought of body, means, 
 
 Look up-not down-for heavenly things; 
 
 Earth's sere, yellow leaf shall wane, 
 
 If sin come not to thee again. 
 Let no erring darts of pain, 
 Ever prostrate you again; 
 Demand the right 
 Of omniscient might. 
 
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 Let Love without dissimulation 
 
 Be to you a guiding star, 
 Let ' 'Lo, I am with you alway," 
 
 Be the light that does not mar; 
 Let the Love that never ends, 
 Be to you the best of friends. 
 Choose the right 
 And love the light. 
 
 "Let Light be" said one who knows, 
 
 So it came to pass that way, 
 In that light the darkness goes, 
 
 All is light, all is day. 
 Let no more sin cloud thy thought, 
 Nor ever let thyself be caught 
 By errors din, 
 For light's within.
 
 So heaven's NOW, it's ever near, 
 
 Always ever-present, HERE; 
 Let no more sleep dim thy sight, 
 
 All is everlasting Light. 
 Let not thy weakness ere betray 
 Christ, who leads you all the way 
 To God above 
 Where all is Love. 
 
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