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Came to him once

In the seething town

A form of beauty,

Innocent brow,

And soul of youth;

Deep, sweet eyes,

An angel's gaze,

And rose-leaf lips

That murmured low:

I, lost, forgotten,

Long left, long dead,

I am thy sin."

III

With full-toned beat

Of the happy heart,

In a day of peace,

In an hour of joy,

Once in my life

And only once,

Of a sudden, I saw,

The end of all!

—Death!

WITH A CROSS OF IMMORTELLES

Christ cried: "It is done!"

The face of a small red flower,

Looking up to the suffering One,

Turned pale with love and pain,

And never shone red again.

In memory of that hour