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BALM OF NATURE by ALICE GILL BENTON

First Line: I CANNOT NURSE AN ANCIENT GRIEF
Last Line: ENCHANTING HILLS ARE BECKONING.
Subject(s): NATURE;
I cannot nurse an ancient grief
When overhead a bird is calling,
When down the wind a golden leaf
Is gaily fluttering and falling.

Pale wraiths of buried wrongs slip by,
Lost in the shadows of the past,
When great cloud-ships are riding high --
Flame sails aglow, from every mast.

I cannot stay where love lies riven
And hate his score is reckoning,
When, high against a turquoise heaven,
Enchanting hills are beckoning.



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