Soothing
I. whom the gods would destroy hath landed in earthly peril nay, but
into the arms of an angel. The gates hath swung open and from within yon
gloom and despair, a beautiful ray of light beckons me outward.
And speaking yet in a voice that ringeth forth like bough bells, she
calleth unto me and mine problems fade.
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