In the Dark
She does not find the space too small,
The night too dark, for sweetest bloom;
Content within the garden wall,
Since upward there is always room.
The night too dark, for sweetest bloom;
Content within the garden wall,
Since upward there is always room.
Her spotless heart, through all the night,
Holds safe its little vestal spark.
O blessed, if the soul be white,
To breathe and blossom in the dark!
Holds safe its little vestal spark.
O blessed, if the soul be white,
To breathe and blossom in the dark!
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