The Luster
Raindrops on the rosebud,
And battlefields of blood,
And earth and sky in darkness,
And house and hill sparkless.
And shadow in the meadow,
And violets down below;
And birds sing to wood and dale
Of a recurring love tale!
The world yet is sleeping,
The ivy yet is creeping;
Soon awake dreaming land,
For redemption is at hand!
And petals soon open wide,
In the heat of morningtide!
And soldiers return anon,
Earth's battle wounds gone!
The brilliancy come at last!
And all sorrows in the past.
And joys of all things good--
Christ returns--He said He would!
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