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Through a quiet dream

Phase Transition by Suzanne Coley
Touch us gently, Time!
We've not proud or soaring wings,
Our ambition, our content,
Lies in simple things.
Humble voyagers are we,
O'er life's dim unsounded sea,
Seeking only some calm clime,
Touch us gently, gentle Time.
Anon


Complete poem see: The British Lyre by William Odell Elwell, 1863 (p.67)


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