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1 " Rush under His armAnd feel the calmA touch of grace From His loving embraceBe still my child, He whispered softlyI have heard your cryI have heard your sighCome nigh, my childLay down your caresAnd dry your tearsCause your heavenly Father Has covered it all "
― Maisie A. Smikle
2 " A book a week I heave a sigh;That Slogan's peremptory cryI will not hear, I will not heed.How can They say that I should needThe book They bid me weekly buy?But Slogans change, as days go by;My Psyche listens, fluttering shy,To newer message " Come and ReadA book a week." To read! to read! O wings that flyO'er sun-kissed lands, through clouded skyThat bear us on where Great ones lead!I too must follow, so I pleadFor magic wings. I'll read (or try)A book a week! "
