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I thank thee---not for that kind deed alone,
Though deep within my heart the record lies,
Engraved with those few pleasant memories,
That like stray sunbeams on my life have shone:
I thank thee most for this---that when belief
In human worth was darkening into doubt,---
As one by one, I marked with bitter grief
Those I had reverenced with a faith devout
Turn recreant back upon their heavenward way
And sink before me into common clay;
That thou dost come my faith to reassure,
My wavering trust in goodness to restore,
And bid my fainting hope take wing once more.
poem
by
Anne Lynch Botta
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