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Show The Miracle. Among the hills and volleys of the soul. ' Working his mircles, Love came to me And touchiid my blinded eyes and bade me see. I watch the water redden in the bowl, I drink the marriage wine. Upon the scroll Of life I trace the word of prophecy In flaming letters; my mortality Burns on tnis altar as a living coal. Many of Love's disciples have pursued His wandering steps with worldly aims and wishes; Many have climbed, as for a festival. The mountain -where he feeds the multitude. mul-titude. For from the counting of the loaves and fishes. For me the wonder of the miracle! Elsa Barker in the Reader. |