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In a dreamless sleep the world reposed |
The Dove and The Nightingale In a dreamless sleep the world reposed on that portentous night; no creature stirred save a snow white bird mounting in silent flight. Over high mounts a bright star rose turning night into day; waking the Children of God from the beds in which they lay., Raising its voice in praise of God the white bird greeted the light' rousing from slumbers of heedlessness denizens of the night. Arming hate's bow with the arrows of fear aimed at the bird of white; they sealed in blood its prophesied fate plunging the world into night. The weeping years marched slowly by as darker grew the night; while all the songs God's Children sing Were in memory of the light. Above the mountains of men's fears rose two bright blinding stars; shedding upon the darkness of hate unity's purifying fires. Through the sacred God of God from the Garden of Paradise, Returned the spirit of the snow white bird in the Nightingale of Paradise. Poet's Note: ▶︎ |