Short Flights

by Meredith Nicholson

“LEAD, KINDLY LIGHT.”

“LEAD, kindly light,” I heard the glad bells ring,

And thought how God existeth everywhere.

’Twas in a city strange that, sweetest thing!

“Lead, kindly light,” I heard the glad bells ring,

And Summer stole into the early spring,

For where the kind light leadeth all is fair.

“Lead, kindly light,” I heard the glad bells ring,

And thought how God existeth everywhere.

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