Forty-nine has found a truth to tell,
Opening an unexpected door.
Recognizing what she has to sell,
The proselyte prepares to tell it
Yearning to convey the silent core.
Nor could she find a task that offers
It's like fires lit from hill to
Night spangled with what words ignite the
Each racing soul to soul from shore to
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