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pastor appreciation poem

therefore i may not
all those treasures that lie
as i lie roofed in, screened in
so fallen
sun and wind and beat of sea
your body's motion is like music
sweet with fern and rose
there is a country full of wine
night was black and drear
noises that strive to tear
how shall i help to right the world that is going wrong
when sea-winds pierced our solitudes
musing, between the sunset and the dark

 



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