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Cooly and crisply , you rustle thru the trees I anxiously await thee, Autumn Breeze! Whip at the ground Disturb the fallen leaves! They dance..

A reverend celebrates his birthday.

My child, My child; lend Me your ear, heed My word, put aside your fear, your pride, your sword, your envious jeer - hear My voice and revere.

It was not a jubilee, but I had come to pay my debt.

The Jubilee of Thee O that we may celebrate Each soul that finds Thy forgiveness. To chauffeur Thy grace To all willing to ..

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