Florence Earle Coates (Mason)
Florence Earle Coates
By . S. Mason
(After reading "Mine and Thine.")
So pure and chaste thy lyric verse,
We feel the heart from which it sprung,
Has trodden on the golden heights
And to the harps of angels sung;
The springs of Life have blossomed here
In all their iredescent dew,
And changed to jewels of lasting fame,
Because the source was sweet and true.
We know not all the way of Life,
Some walks are dark and lone and drear,
But that there is a path of light
We know, because its print is here.
For from thy songs doth radiance rise
That lights the road to Paradise.