A poem simply sounds the bell, o
f that which words could never tell.
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kindness
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SLEEP
T
o be cradled,
By angels,
While I sleep,
In love as high,
As my darkness
Is deep,
With Holy kindness,
Rid my blindness,
And bid this heart
Ne'r need to weep.
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