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LOIS THE HEALER.
(“Gifts of Healing.”)
Lois the Healer pray'd
With soul uplift,
“O Love the Beautiful,
Give me this gift:
Comfort and help to be
Where'er I go,
Cool in the summer time,
Warmth in the snow.”
With soul uplift,
“O Love the Beautiful,
Give me this gift:
Comfort and help to be
Where'er I go,
Cool in the summer time,
Warmth in the snow.”
So, on her tender lips,
Brow, cheek, and breast,
Love shed a baptism
Of strength and rest.
Thus on her way she goes,
Blessing and blest,
Till her life-day shall come
Into its west.
Brow, cheek, and breast,
Love shed a baptism
Of strength and rest.
Thus on her way she goes,
Blessing and blest,
Till her life-day shall come
Into its west.
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Men say, “She groweth old;
See how her hair
Weareth the silver threads
Of time and care.”
We, whom she healeth, know
Light through the Gate
Shines on her gracious head
While she doth wait.
See how her hair
Weareth the silver threads
Of time and care.”
We, whom she healeth, know
Light through the Gate
Shines on her gracious head
While she doth wait.
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