Poems (White)/Soul's Reward

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SOUL'S REWARD
You say an old lady cannot be fair? As fair as maiden with bright golden hair? The soft azure of summer's sunny sky Looks pale when compared with her bonnie eye. The silver-white clouds that roll softly by Are like her silk locks, folding years that fly. The glow where sunset pervades over cloud And paints with pinkness all eve cannot shroud Are notes that sing to you upon her face Of life, so pure that time shrinks back to trace His gory fingers on that whitest rose, And leaves them there to bloom in calm repose. Our hands that love to feel their sat'ny touch, These soft flowers that we do love so much To drink the fragrance of their life's perfume And press them gently, as we sing a tune: The music of a peaceful life serene, Made noble by the shifting of each scene Upon life's drama, while on earth they pass, Reflected by their soul's great looking-glass.
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