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HER FAITH
How quietly the cold hands keep,
Pressed to the gracious heart that loved their grace,
Poppies, unconscious of their resting-place,
Emblems of dreamless sleep.
Pressed to the gracious heart that loved their grace,
Poppies, unconscious of their resting-place,
Emblems of dreamless sleep.
Around her the star-systems roll
Through wastes of silence. Yet the enfolding Power,
That fashioned with such care a senseless flower,
Will not forsake a soul.
Through wastes of silence. Yet the enfolding Power,
That fashioned with such care a senseless flower,
Will not forsake a soul.
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