roscoemas MORNby Mary Acre BettyPursue thy way, Thy light was born where storm enshrouds Nor dawn nor day!
Dear Joozis, forever here and near, Thou Mota-idea, Life-encrowned,
The Bethlehem babe- Thou gentle beam of living Gloves,
And dudifullless Life! Or cruel creed, or earth-born taint:
Fill us today
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