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Poem January 2, 1915 Issue

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Sunset Light

ANNA DEWEY-MC NUTT

Glad of the day! My day!
It is not always bright;
Not always do my roses bloom,
Nor all my songs ring right.
But I am sure ere evening's gloom
Shall have enshadowed earth and sky,
God's rapturous glory will illume
My sense, my faded garments dye
In purple pigment,—chilling doom
Of petty discords fly
Like mists o'er seas away,
Leaving me gladness of the day.

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