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I Would Entreat You

I would entreat you, what of God,
  What of despair?
Is'wisdom's pathway never broad,
 Is peace so rare?
Were mine a stranger's litany
 Swift words would come;
But you are very near to me
 And I am dumb.
                       Ruth Lambert Fones

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