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Poem July 1, 1967 Issue

IN HIS PRESENCE

Beatrice Mary Billing

There is a quietness.
There is release;
All bonds are loosened:
All is at peace.

Soothed is the troubled heart.
Dried is the tear.
Lost is the loneliness."
Fled is the fear!

Beatrice Mary Billing

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