Thursday, January 31, 2013

 The guide that turns dross to gold
Can stay the seraph's wing,
Or make a thunderclap unfold -
Stir deadened hearts to sing.
The drive that excites angel praise
Applies sweet salve to pain,
And in the winter's chilbain days
A small hope comes from rain.

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