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SHE sang until she stood, a pure white soul, Within

the open gates of Paradise ;

And he, the listener, saw through her clear eyes Life's loveliness. The warm light downward stole Through golden hair that made an aureole For her uplifted face, which lilywise Rose o'er a leaf-hued gown, Her song did rise Accordant with a certain ancient scroll,

Whence she had learned it once, with vague regret For the musician, dead ere she was born.

The harmony he dreamed had been so sweet, That as he stood in heaven he heard it yet,— Like God, who in Creation's primal morn Had made earth's melody therewith complete.

A. IvIATKEsox.