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Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. Until she died we never knew The beauty of our faith in God. We'd seen the summer roses nod And wither as the tempests blew, Through many a spring we'd lived The buds returning to the tree.
Until she died we never knew The beauty of our faith in God. We'd seen the summer roses nod And wither as the tempests blew, Through many a spring we'd lived The buds returning to the tree.