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The sandals of vain strife are cast aside
Because this peaceful place is holy ground
Where we may walk with Love and Truth to guide.
Here are our closest fetters soon unbound
And Mind is seen to be the only might:
Our quiet haven knows no jarring sound;
Hence, if we listen, if we hear aright,
The quickening voice of Truth gives hope to all
The faithful seekers after life and light.

O wings of healing, I have found thee here:
Gaining Love's love, I lose the old, old fear!

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February 29, 1936

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