In the loneliest hour,
When my dark, cold world closed in-
There was you, gentle Lauer,
So near, you have always been.
You have let the light back in-
And brought warmth, of sun's shower.
Back to life! Oh, Jocelyn-
I am, a blooming flower.
Encouraged, I can tower-
O'er flaws both out, and within.
To return, this keen power-
Is the love-task, I begin.
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