MY SOUL HATH WINGS
When I shall die and leave behind this earth I love, These trees, This sky, The ever pounding sea, The yearly hope of spring, Cry not for me. Rejoice! My soul has wings and, in its Freedom, Sings. Joan B. Danzinger, Ed Evans, FUPC, Centralia, IL.
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