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ENineteen hundred and twenty-nine! The hopes which welcome thy birth combine The certain knowledge, thy m onth s will shine In the gracious splendor of Love Divine, With the earnest prayer, wh ilst thou art m ine, God’s Grace will grant I may n e ’er repine, If the gifts which I look for are not thine. May I rest in the faith ...God will design More good for me than words can define.
In th a t joyous fa ith thy birth I hail, For the Father’s promises cannot fail. , — William Olney
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