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A rustle overhead was all I heard, But turned my eyes above to find the thing And saw the sunlight glowing through the wing Of some unknown but common, brownish bird, With feathers outlined sharp as written word. Its borrowed glory caused my soul to spring To thoughts of God, my own Creating King, With all I saw beside that moment blurred. And Oh! --to let His light within me burn, To be a bright reminder of His grace, And outright blazing with His love to be, So those who know me are inclined to turn To find His ever-shining, sacred face And know what Light it is they long to see.
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