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Hope for Life
I stared through a misty glass,
How long before my life shall pass?
Will I wake to happy hours?
Smell the fragrance of lovely flowers
Or see a fresh blossoming tree
All there is of earth’s rich beauty?
Above the open lid of sky
Will birds, bees and butterflies
Through golden heavenly bowers?
Will the sun’s tumultuous glory shed?
Over rising spirits of the dead
Beams of love wherever love is led?
Beryl McMullen
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