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THE FIRE DIVINE
And love and justice reign, where hate prevents—
That love which in pure hearts reveals Thine own
And lights the world to righteousness and truth.
"ONE ROSE OF SONG"
(MARY PUTNAM JACOBI)
One rose of song
For one sweet deed
On her grave I fling.
But, O, how can I sing
When she takes no heed!
My rose of song
For a fragrant deed,
Tho' she takes no heed,
Still must I bring.
Tho' she needs no praise,
Tho' she hears not my song
On her journey long
In the new, strange ways—
O still must I sing,
My rose I must fling,
Just to ease my heart
Of the sorrow and smart.
In a far-off land
She stretched forth her hand
To me and to mine.
And now, for a sign,
This song I sing
And this rose I bring.
Tho' she take no heed
