Monday, December 30, 2013

"A Message" by Annie M. Toohey (1912)

A Message


Through the old year's ashen fingers

        Creeps a tender Christmas rose,

Full of mystic grace and sweetness,

        Born amid the drifting snows,

With its tender leaves unfolding

        Unto all a message true,

From the throbbing heart of nature,

        Crown'd by wintry skies of blue.

And it bears us all a message,

        Unto heart and unto soul,

Lifting us beyond the shadows

        Life must bring ere cometh goal

Of another Christmas dawning,

        In a garden far away,

Where but thornless flowers linger

        Through an endless summer day.

Troy Times. December 24, 1912.

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