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First Line: She loved redbirds and bright mornings
Last Line: And god's great mercy -- because of her.
Subject(s): Cardinals (Birds); Mercy


She loved redbirds and bright mornings,
Honeysuckle and sweet spring rose,
Children's laughter and pansy faces,
All brave things that the sunlight knows;
She was frail at the last like lilies,
But her smile was sunshine across the snows.

Music she loved and friendly greetings,
Kind words spoken and ill forgot;
She never faltered at any grievance
Though her heart was hurt and her eyes were hot. . . .
There was nothing honest and wise and merry
And brave and tender that she was not.

Long ago in a lonely garden
Where dim leaves of the olive stir
A young man knelt; but had he never
Died for his truth and been laid in myrrh
I should have heard of the heart's high courage
And God's great mercy -- because of her.





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