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thanksgiving poem

with the meek, brown eyes
where shall i find you
full of tears
this is the song of youth
i saw the clouds among the hills
night was black and drear
noises that strive to tear
the little white prayers
in new york harbor
risen from the dead
i cannot always feel his greatness
at midnight

 



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