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Poem March 26, 1949 Issue

THE BROKEN SPELL

Florence Irene Gubbins

Once I stood
In a bare place,
My heart under a stone,
And God's face veiled,
And I alone.

Then a small wind stirred
And a bird
Sang one note,
And God spoke
One word;
And the stone broke—
And I heard.

Florence Irene Gubbins

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