 | Easter Lilies for nineteen hundred and fifteen |  |
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Christmas Morning, 1914.
I slumbered in a dream of dread,
Thunder of cannon in my ears;
Before my eyes were thousands dead,
And in my heart a thousand fears.
Thunder of cannon in my ears;
Before my eyes were thousands dead,
And in my heart a thousand fears.
Is there in Heaven a Love Divine,
Stronger than wickedness and woe?
Or do the Powers of Hell combine
The King of Love to overthrow?
Stronger than wickedness and woe?
Or do the Powers of Hell combine
The King of Love to overthrow?
I wakened in a crystal world;
A silver-point was every tree;
The spider's network, frost-empearled,
Was daintier than filigree.
A silver-point was every tree;
The spider's network, frost-empearled,
Was daintier than filigree.
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Around my spirit's nakedness
A garment of warm thought was wove,
As Nature whispered, Loveliness
Is visibility of Love!
A garment of warm thought was wove,
As Nature whispered, Loveliness
Is visibility of Love!
| Easter Lilies for nineteen hundred and fifteen | |