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A Chapel
“Yet these walls sound with echoes of the past,/With whispered prayers which linger in the air/And animate this space – still holding fast:/A shelter from the passing world’s despair.”
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Publisher's Note:
This work is preserved in Merion West’s archive of articles and poems published from 2016 through early 2025. Explore the archive