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To Lillian Massey Treble
A woman with a heart of goldI heard her called before I knew
How noble was that heart and true,
How full of tenderness untold.
Her sympathies both broad and sure,
Her one desire to do the right--
Clear visioned from the inner light
God gives to souls unworldly, pure.
A heart of gold that loves and gives,
God's almoner from day to day,
Of her there is but this to say:
The world is better that she lives.
(The end)
Jean Blewett's poem: To Lillian Massey Treble
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