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 HIS MORNING THOUGHT

WHITE flower bloomed in the morning And I saw it and knew it fair; When the next day dawned I sought it But missed it everywhere.

A white star shone in the evening It shone through my dreams and my sleep Till its shaft of light pierced through my heart As a stone through waters deep.

Though you love not and reck not of me I have found my flower in your hand And your white soul's light hath cleft a heart That can know and understand.