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Monday, September 26, 2011

"Joyful, Joyful, We Adore Thee"

For her homecoming, she wore flowers in her hair.
She looked beautiful, they said- her daughters put them there.
We sang her favorite hymn, with joy, in country time;
With fifty rasping voices full of artless fervor chimed
The notes of one piano, thoughtfully singing light.
We sang as one, a blessed and broken body.
                                                                    It was a rainy night.

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