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| Misty Moonlight |
| The angels walk the floor of heaven tonight Their garments trailing splendor as they pass; A rapture tips the thin green leaves with light, And showers quivering gold upon the grass; The slender poplars shake their silver lace Against the trembling glory of the stars; The old earth is a feathered thing of grace. Unmindful of a million ancient scars. The Look of heaven is on the land and sea, And something in this pale celestial light Has loosed my yoke of weariness from me, And set my spirit winging, free, and white, The old, old hurt my heart has borne so long Grows faint and dim as some forgotten song. Grace Noll Crowell |
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