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Norah M. Crawford

Norah M. Crawford

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To Mrs. James Allen (Poem)

Sept. 1st, 1918. Soul strings eternally vibrateThe glory of the truly great,And here in Heav’n just everythingAround me seems to sing and singYour innovation welcoming! I think the tired City knew,Awaiting, that it wanted you,And I no longer feel surprise,To have desire materialize,I know your dream is coming true!
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Immortality (Poem)

Strange joy is mine when I beholdEternal Life on earth unfold;Mature beneath the golden rays,Of infinite recurring days;To blaze in color from the wings, Of simple unpretending things. And many lovely petals fall,Seem trodden underneath it all:But many vital seeds remain,And fallen flowers come again,And come again eternally—Strange joy is…
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