Poems (Kennedy)/In April Days
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IN APRIL DAYS
(KATHERINE—APRIL 17)
IN April days she came to live with us;
So pure her heart, so calm her eyes
It seemed she had not lost the angel touch
That sped her baby feet from Paradise.
So pure her heart, so calm her eyes
It seemed she had not lost the angel touch
That sped her baby feet from Paradise.
And through the Aprils of her fair young life,
Which slipped on time's slim thread like golden beads,
She kept the faith sublime of perfect truth—
The holiest of all the written creeds.
Which slipped on time's slim thread like golden beads,
She kept the faith sublime of perfect truth—
The holiest of all the written creeds.
In April days she has gone back to God,
(Oh, are his mandates always just and wise!)—
Not April lilies whiter than her soul,
Not stars more steadfast than her brave, calm eyes!
(Oh, are his mandates always just and wise!)—
Not April lilies whiter than her soul,
Not stars more steadfast than her brave, calm eyes!