transmutation. I never see the sunlight making bright T A lonely place of shadows but 1 think . - How some glad morning waits tor every night Beyond the dawn. I never lean to ' drink . . The beautv of white lilacs m the rain But I am humbled with remembering . How purity shall conquer every stain, And back of every winter lurks the spring. , I see the maples in new leaf. Nor hear a robin sing but I recall How jov must ever triumph over grief, And ‘sorrow turn to smiles.; out of all Tho faces that I know no face but stirs Within my heart a quiet dream of hers. —Helen Frazee-Bower.
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Dominion, Volume 16, Issue 62, 6 December 1922, Page 8
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