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396 And love and justice reign, where hate prevents—

That love which in pure hearts reveals Thine own

And lights the world to righteousness and truth.

"ONE ROSE OF SONG"

(MARY PUTNAM JACOBI)

rose of song

For one sweet deed

On her grave I fling.

But, O, how can I sing

When she takes no heed!

My rose of song

For a fragrant deed,

Tho' she takes no heed,

Still must I bring.

Tho' she needs no praise,

Tho' she hears not my song

On her journey long

In the new, strange ways—

O still must I sing,

My rose I must fling,

Just to ease my heart

Of the sorrow and smart.

In a far-off land

She stretched forth her hand

To me and to mine.

And now, for a sign,

This song I sing

And this rose I bring.

Tho' she take no heed

On her journey long,