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The Invisible Bride

The low-voiced girls that go

In gardens of the Lord,

Like flowers of the field they grow

In sisterly accord.

Their whispering feet are white

Along the leafy ways;

They go in whirls of light

Too beautiful for praise.

And in their band forsooth

Is one to set me free—

The one that touched my youth—

The one God gave to me.

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