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The Mind | ||
| Often when I sit to write Images will float in sight! Ballerinas on a stage, Bears or tigers in a cage, Mountains high or beaches white, Geese or loons in lofty flight. What a wondrous thing the mind, That can such profusion find, Soaring free from place to place, Ready to the world embrace. Praise to God that we can be Mirrors of eternity. | ||
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