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TREES AND OTHER POEMS

PENNIES (continued) Yea, at His feet

Sit, waiting us, to their concealment bid,

All they, our lovers, whom His Love hath hid.

Lo, comfort blooms on pain, and peace on strife,

And gain on loss.

What is the key to Everlasting Life?

A blood-stained Cross. [ 18 ]