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Poetry of the Week
The Gift to Sing
Sometimes the mist overhangs my path,
And blackening clouds about me cling;
But, oh, I have a magic way
To turn the gloom to cheerful day—
I softly sing. . . .Read the whole poem here.Posted: Feb 21
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