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Show g EASTER q & By a w LEILA E. BRACY w ( 1 n Detroit Free Press. ) SPRIXG day in the morning; ivT The dew is warm and sweet, Gray mists run from the rising sun-Pale sun-Pale phantoms in retreat. A young breeze, perfume-laden. Soft quiet promise filled. Swift shattered by a golden shmver From quiv'ring bird throat spilled. So Easter's gift, renewing The lifht that cannot cease To be, though world forgotten, brings The healing touch of peace. Though souls travail in darkness. Yet docs the earth endure; The glory of the morn shall be Of night's dim torture cure. The world's way is a good uwy i Earth seems to Heaven drawn When Hope to weary hearts is born In the hushed Easter dawn. |