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I never came to you, my friend,
and went away without
some new enrichment of the heart;
More faith and less of doubt,
more courage in the days ahead.
And often in great need coming to you,
I went away comforted indeed.
How can I find the shining word,
the glowing phrase that tells all that
your love has meant to me,
all that your friendship spells?
There is no word, no phrase for
you on whom I so depend.
All I can say to you is this,
God bless you precious friend.
This poem is in the public domain.
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Grace Noll Crowell (1877 - 1969) was born in Iowa, then lived in Minnesota and Texas. Author of more than 30 books and some 5000 poems, she began writing as a child but didn't seriously pursue writing as a career until she became seriously ill in her thirties. That experience fueled a desire to write poems that might bring comfort and inspiration to others. Grace served as Poet Laureate of Texas for three years, was named a National Honor Poet, an American Mother of the Year, and an Outstanding American Woman and, in the early 1940s, was considered the most popular writer of verse in America.
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