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PEACE flows into me / AS the tide to the pool by the shore; / It is mine forevermore, / It ebbs not back like the sea.
I am the pool of blue / That worships the vivid sky; / My hopes were heaven-high, / They are all fulfilled in you.
I am the pool of gold / When sunset burns and dies, -- / You are my deepening skies, / Give me your stars to hold.