A Smile

A SMILE
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The brightness of the morn was hid
‘Neath clouds of dull, unsoftened gray;
My heart beat low beneath its weight
Of grief, and sorrowed with the day
A mockery was all gladness-yet
A loved one smiled-straight from the heart
The glad look came, and mine, meeting
A sweet peace soft enfolded me:
And gave with strength almost di- vine
The wondrous power to forget
-Gertrude Mercia Wheelock