A paper rose.

A crumpled thing that seemed beautiful

To lonely, broken men,

Hinting of fairer flowers and things

Beyond our ken.

We thought of her as we closed her door

As somebody's little child;

As somebody's darling, lost, long lost,

But undefiled.

[Pg 11]

The grey above us, the white beneath;

Chill silence everywhere;

Yet deep in our hearts we knew that God

Was also there.

We knew, far better than others know

Whose ways are bright and glad,

His judgments are very merciful

On good and bad.

Our little sister was now at peace.

The snow began to fall.

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