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Lyrics of Love and Laughter

Or does some brighter spirit, unforlorn,
Send you, my little sister of the wood, 
To say to some one on a cloudful morn,
"Life lives through death, my brother, all is good?"

With meditative hearts the others go
The memory of their dead to dress anew.
But, sister mine, bide here that I may know,
Life grows, through death, as beautiful as you.

INSPIRATION.

AT the golden gate of song
Stood I, knocking all day long,
But the Angel, calm and cold,
Still refused and bade me, "Hold."

Then a breath of soft perfume,
Then a light within the gloom;
Thou, Love, camest to my side,
And the gates flew open wide.

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