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She searched her soul in despair; kneeling at
confessional round thus tranquil shade. Thus
recalling her faults of former years; her tears
flood round in silver waves. “Lo! tis rightfully
said that home’s four walls which thus enfold
a person true; theΒ substance being a warp of
cares. I must confess I know not home; nor
seek thus usual devout affairs.”

She wondered what these walls would say;
had they but power enough to speak. Thus
she heard voices speak as though on cue;
like signs of faith and brightΒ critique. “Lo!
a hundred men might makeΒ encampment,
it takes but women to lead and secure the
home. Thus picturesque and balmy grace,
have fields luxurious enough to roam.”

Thus glow of smelting noon and sun;
Had faith restored and surmise spun.

 

 

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