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Poem September 5, 1970 Issue

THE MEASURE

Barbara Thayer Sibley

It seemed a thousand years, yet, in Thy sight
The measure was the watch within the night,
Exalting vigils kept, until the day,
Defined by light.

Barbara Thayer Sibley

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