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      held Aloft,  by The Thread,  of His Heart . . .

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­The Rowed,  Home

­(  at Last  )

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those Left,

and those Right,  those Ever in

His Sight . . . The Summers and The Autumns,

from The Tops to The Bottoms . . . All The Clouds

and The Rains,  All The Prouds and The Pains . . . to

those Great,  and to those Small,  from The Little, 

to The Tall,  yes,  He gave Them,  All,  a Nod, 

oh yes,  He brings Them,  All,

     back to God . . .

 

 

 

 

 from Book III,  The Diamond ( Third Beginning ) The Twelfth DoveTale – The Children of The Clouds