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Poem May 24, 1941 Issue

Serenity

MAE TUCKER

Though circling mists of hate enshroud
The way I tread,
I know that by Love's guiding hand
I still am led.

When terrifying clouds of fear
Encompass me,
I touch Love's outstretched hand and know
Serenity.

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