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Silent Spirit, dwell with me, I myself would quiet be. Quiet as the growing blade Which through earth its way has made; Silent like morning light, Putting mists and chills to flight. |
| R. C. Phillips |
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Silent Spirit, dwell with me, I myself would quiet be. Quiet as the growing blade Which through earth its way has made; Silent like morning light, Putting mists and chills to flight. |
| R. C. Phillips |