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Poem June 9, 1928 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

Fruition

ANNE CLEVELAND CHENEY

I put my vision into words,
One praiseful day,
And many listened wonderingly,
Then—went their way.

My vision passed into a deed,
Lowly, contrite;
And some hearts clung and followed me
Into the light.

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