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Poem June 30, 1956 Issue

WIND

Owen L. Miller

Come, holy wind,
On healing bent,
When shifting joys
Are tired or spent.

Unloose old leaves
And let appear
Life's budding hues
And purpose clear!

Come, breath of Love,
Make fragrant room
Within my heart
For thy full bloom!

Owen L. Miller

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