THE INSCRUTABLE
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A glad young girl amid the sunshine flitting, Like a bright bird let loose from Paradise— A weary woman, in the shadow, sitting With haggard face and dry despairing eyes. * * * * * * The one in death’s dark chamber now is lying, Stricken to marble her warm pulsing breast: And God denies the luxury of dying To the sad soul whose one cry is for rest.