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If error whispers you are poor,With not one penny in your store,And tells you that the loaf is spentAnd that no other will be sent,Then rest, dear heart, and have no fear,For angels hover very near.

Pour out your love for all mankind;Lift thought above, leave fear behind.Thank God that you can see the sunTo rise, then set when day is done.Be grateful for the birds' sweet songAbove the tempest, clear and strong.

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March 21, 1931
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