The Beautiful Lonely

by

Wesley A. Storer

There beside the Aspen tree
By the bubbeling Spring stream
She kneeled to a lost dream
By fragrant sweetpeas serene
Beholding again that sacred place
That seemed by the angels graced
Where the glow of merrybells
Covered a once visable rise
The Moss roses mysteriously found
Below the cloud enshrined sky
Her quivering lips pursued the lines
To an old nursery rhyme
But she found she had forgotten it
In the ravaging demands of time
AN old Cedar her tears assuaged
When to her heart he did speak
The best thing to a life well spent
Is the early demise of an innocent child
Before the sins of this wicked world
Have its joys and happiness defiled
May the peace of Jesu be thine

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