By: Ardis E. Parshall - April 12, 2012 Strength By Mabel Jones I love the temple on a stormy day;It stands so tall and firm, so soundly madeIt matches graying skies with deeper gray,And meets the tempest boldly, unafraid.The wind and rain beat at its walls as thoughA thousand furies charged with wrath uncurbedWould force an entrance with each pelting blow.The temple stands serene and unperturbed. I would that I might build a strongh...
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