LIGHTS THROUGH THE MIST
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Some for the sadness and sweetness of far evening bells, Seeming to call a tryst, Yet, for my choice, all the comfort and kindness that wells From lights through the mist. In the dim dusk so unreal that it seems like a dream Hard for the heart to resist, Mellowing the pain of the close-drawing darkness, they stream, Lights through the mist. Blurred to new beauty, the blues and the browns and the grays Shimmer with soft amethyst; Then God’s own glory of gold as it shines through the haze, Lights through the mist!
Century William Rose Benét