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I love to steal away to my retreat Far from harsh mockery and cruel eyes. Nocturnal air wafts mossy incense sweet Mingling with cedar, a lone pine sighs. O! If I could  but linger here all day From earliest morn with rose tinted sky, I would listen for God's voice as I pray Though time on agitated wings doth fly. Soughing of wind through ancient towering trees, Heartbreaking cooing of a mourning dove, Alone break hush of benediction's breeze Overflowing my heart with poignant love. O! to linger forever at this place Far from the maddening crowd's hectic pace! ~~Hilda~~
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Jan 15, 2013
Jan 15, 2013 at 12:33 PM UTC
My Retreat
I love to steal away to my retreat Far from harsh mockery and cruel eyes. Nocturnal air wafts mossy incense sweet Mingling with cedar, a lone pine sighs. O! If I could  but linger here all day From earliest morn with rose tinted sky, I would listen for God's voice as I pray Though time on agitated wings doth fly. Soughing of wind through ancient towering trees, Heartbreaking cooing of a mourning dove, Alone break hush of benediction's breeze Overflowing my heart with poignant love. O! to linger forever at this place Far from the maddening crowd's hectic pace! ~~Hilda~~
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Jan 15, 2013
Jan 15, 2013 at 12:33 PM UTC
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