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BEAUTY FOR ASHES.
BEAUTY FOR ASHES.
EAUTY for ashes thou hast brought me, dear!A time there was when all my soul lay waste,
As ere the dawn the earth lies dark and drear,
Whereto the golden feet of morn make haste.
Like morn thou camest, blessings in thy hands,
And gracious pity round thine ardent mouth,—
Like dews of morning upon waiting lands,
Thy tender tears refreshed my spirit's drouth.
And gracious pity round thine ardent mouth,—
Like dews of morning upon waiting lands,
Thy tender tears refreshed my spirit's drouth.
To-day is calm. Far off the tempest raves
That long ago swept dead men to the shore.—
I can forget the wildness of the waves,—
Against my hopes and me they break no more.
That long ago swept dead men to the shore.—
I can forget the wildness of the waves,—
Against my hopes and me they break no more.
