Healing

MARY MC CRARY.

EGYPTIAN darkness,
Pharaoh's slave,
Hope's star gone down.
The doom—a grave.

But, bending low
O'er couch of pain,
With healing touch
A whisper came.

"Come unto me,"
The sweet voice said.
The slave awoke,
Lo! pain had fled.

O radiant dawn!
O "still, small voice"!
Life rends the tomb,
Love cries, "Rejoice!"

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