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Silent Sympathy: To Grace N. Crowell
Silent Sympathy:
To Grace N. Crowell
The wind upon a tear soaked face
Says nothing as it blows
But its touch dries tears of grief
With the perfume of rose:
Lord, Let me be the wind today
Carrying scents of rose.
The sun shines on despondent souls
And turns their grief to dust
With its rays of silent joy
It restores their trust:
Lord, Let me be the sun today
Transforming grief to dust.
The snow lays on winter's nude fields
Quieting baron fears
And soothing with its tranquil touch
The wounds of passions tears:
Lord, Let me be the snow today
comforting my peers.
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