Title: Serenade to Mete Writer: Frances C Holland

as genuine as the seraphs doth sing the song of love his was the heart of gold strong and true was thy spirit such as the light of the dove hark! in tis hour of need he looked upon the stars sprinkling his true spirit from above sending his light of heavenly sorrows by fars seeking within the essences of everlasting love thou sought the truth of another for so long felt so near hath the seemly key towards tis dismay singing the heavnly verse of song thou knelt in tears for thine deity shared by all was tis time to pray the day shared by many a seraph had been awaited as for such to stay as thine heart lifted up without fear the seraphs in the heavens above composed the song of love held so dear taking thy heart of gold and sprinkling with everlasting love from above a song was thy savior of never ending fear as he that hath the essence of heavenly stars felt the song from the seraphs singing the song of love.....

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