By: Ardis E. Parshall - May 15, 2018 The Pattern Clings By Mabel Jones Gabbott First heard above the plains of Galilee,Through fast and famine how the echo rings,Now voiced in pleading tones, now anxiously,Down, down the centuries the pattern clings. Among the Twelve, upon the mountainside,How much was in his heart, how much unsaid,As kneeling with the thronging humantide,He prayed, “Give us this day our daily bread.” (1949) ...
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