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May 2017
Upon her wings like Mockingbird,
Swinging sweetly to beleaguered babes,
Admits us to her Heart's herd,
Lo - the soul's sweetest abade,
A beatitude that makes me calm,
Bring joy and happiness,
Enveloping me in care to protect from fear, of harm,
A creature of most affecting tenderness,
To us, you will be always near,
Your light shrouds the sun and moon,
Your memory stokes not little tear,
But is a thought on which all heart's can swoon,
   Angel of Peace, thy heart is true,
   Proof of God's art in the creation of You.
Megan Sherman
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