| The Dead Faith |
| She made a little shadow-hidden grave, The day Faith died; Therein she laid it, heard the clod's sick fall, And smiled aside- "If less I ask," tear-blind, she mocked, "I may Be less denied." She set a rose to blossom in her hair, The day Faith died- "Now glad," she said, "And free at last, I go, And life is wide." But through long nights she stared into the dark, And she knew she lied. - Fannie Heaslip Lea |
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