Helen Urda Smith Poems

Summer is gone;
Autumn has come
As it must come to everyone.
Every living thing you see
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My heart is crying.
The tears do fall,
Although I am trying
Not to recall
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Lord hear us as we humbly pray.
Help those in sorrow, deep despair;
Help them all their cross to bear
The ravages of flood and wind;
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My first love you'll always be;
While there is life left in me.
You loved, sheltered, cared for me
And in my heart you'll always be;
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