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Her hands have much
Of Christlike touch.

Her smile on one
Is benison.

Her silver hair,
A halo rare.

Her step, a sound
On holy ground.

Her dear face lined,
But kind—kind.

Of women, best
And loveliest.

Her hands have much
Of Christlike touch.

Her smile on one
Is benison.

Her silver hair,
A halo rare.

Her step, a sound
On holy ground.

Her dear face lined,
But kind—kind.

Of women, best
And loveliest.
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