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Blessed is the match, consumed in kindling flame.
Blessed is the flame that burns in the heart’s secret places.
Blessed is the heart that knows, for honors sake, to stop its beating.
Blessed is the…
One of them sits by the rivers of the East
And her eye reflects the innocent God of peace;
And the other sits by the rivers of the West
And dreams a dream.
And in the evenings of good will if thou…
Going home on airless Elbow Street,
at three o’clock in the morning.
Lead me toward goodness, my God!
Peace-flowers bloom in these gray stones
and this dawn sky is peace.
Do You love me still, my…