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HEIRS OF TWILIGHT by HELENE M. BUTEAU

First Line: IT'S THE UNHEARD BEAT OF PULSING EARTH
Last Line: WHO STAR THE DUSK WITH TEARS HE WEPT.
Subject(s): DUSK; EVENING; SUNSET; TWILIGHT;
It's the unheard beat of pulsing earth
When day has hushed the drums of light,
As the empty air that gives darkness birth
When the last barn swallow has winged for night.

It's the falling of shadows on driven snow.
The sadness that wafts like fragrant musk
When skies are melting to indigo;
It's the closing of buttercups at dusk.

The heirs of twilight forever are born
To march on earth where Christ once stepped,
The philanthropists of cross and thorn
Who star the dusk with tears He wept.



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