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Still the water lies. Calm the waves remain. No longer my heart flies. And I cry, but in vain.
O calm my soul. Be still quivering eyes Like the pond of old. Heal me, my voice cries.
Deliver me unto Thee, And bring me to my home, And promise I shall never flee, To the sins of Empire Rome.
O grant unto me, A strength I long to hold, Against that stormy sea, Allow me to be bold.
Copyright 1999 S. Michael Gibson
Originally published in Expressions 1998-1999, literary magazine of Susquehannock High School. |
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