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At Eventide (Poem)

There is at Eventide,
Earth strangely beautified,
More real and lovely rising through
The all-enfolding crimson hue,
Suffused with passionate appeal;
Great ocean of the love we feel
O'erwhelming to the close embrace:
—A Soul-enraptured Mother-face
Uplifted silently to bless
For us a lingering caress,
And earth indeed is beautified,
In the holy light of Eventide.

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Norah M. Crawford

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