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BAPTISM OF FIRE
But filling my arms with the branches, I carried them in, where the fire
Blazed on the glowing hearth-stone like a sacrificial pyre.
Blazed on the glowing hearth-stone like a sacrificial pyre.
And into the flames I tossed them, when before my startled eyes,
As in a miraculous vision, shone a marvel, a surprise.
As in a miraculous vision, shone a marvel, a surprise.
In the heart of the fiery splendor the pale buds, one by one,
Opened to heat of the burning as to kiss of the summer sun!
Opened to heat of the burning as to kiss of the summer sun!
