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Show j Futurity. My ynuth to mo Was like a lovely flower. All flushed with crimson of its own delight. Its flamelike petals poised as if for flight. Tthereai child of changing sun and shower, f misty dawn and night. My age to me is like a golden fruit Whole quality and sweetness have been won From .arth's rough use from alternating alter-nating sun And rain and that dark soil wherein my root Invisibly has run. My soul to me is like a ripening seed Which holds the heart of all that went before The flamelike flower and golden fruit in store, Close-sealed, secure, in larger love and deed To live and bloom once more. ' Helen A. Saxon. |