Love met a worldling on the way,
And softly crept into his breast.
Straight Self and Greed refused to stay
Where Love had dared to make his nest.
Love met a mourner on the road,
And said: "I'll bear thee company."
Full soon the mourner lost his load
Of grief, and care, and misery.
Into a grim and cheerless home
Love forced his way through barriers tall;
Fled wretchedness, and chill, and gloom -
The golden sunshine flooded all.
Miracles
Jean Blewett
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