The Face. - Poem by Cecilia Parkin
As I went along the lonely road
At every bend I sought
The Face - the Face I dearly love
In all that lay before.
I heard His voice at quiet of night
Saying onto me,
'My child, why make your life so hard
Where you are I Will be! '.
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