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May 2017
Each one of them to Love's light devote,
Haunt realms from whence the Devil was smote,
By caring, concerned, superior hand,
That works magic on distant shore and sand,
Floating souls to God's shore like little boats,
That bob upon Love's ocean, float,
Waving magician's wanton wand,
They reveal the world as in Love's plan.
Megan Sherman
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