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THE PATH OF ROSES. Grew pale as ghosts when the first morning ray Dawns from the East—the trumpet's brazen blare Died into silence—and the vision passed— Passed to a room where sick and dying lay In long, sad line—there brooded Fear and Pain— Darkness was there, the shade of Azrael's wing. But there was one that ever, to and fro, Moved with light footfall: purely calm her face, And those deep steadfast eyes that starred the gloom: Still, as she went, she ministered to each Comfort and counsel; cooled the fevered brow With softest touch, and in the listening ear Of the pale sufferer whispered words of peace. The dying warrior, gazing as she passed, Clasped his thin hands and blessed her. Bless her too, Thou, who didst bless the merciful of old!
 * So prayed the Lady, watching tearfully

Her gentle moving onward, till the night Had veiled her wholly, and the vision passed.
 * Then once again the solemn whisper came:

"So in the darkest path of man's despair, Where War and Terror shake the troubled earth, 12