An Angel Thought

A thought—a lovely thought—flew by;I caught it on the wingBut did not give it words.It was a precious thingI treasured jealouslyAnd did not share.But locked it in my heart.In bonds—its freedom gone—It withered there.

Again a lovely thought flew by;I caught it on the wingAnd put it into words.It was a precious thing.An angel thought of God,Serene and calm—An angel thought which healedThe pain of suffering heartsWith Love's rich balm.

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Signs of the Times
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