Through the Dark Sod’—as Education’—
The Lily passes sure’—
Feels her white foot’—no trepidation’—
Her faith’—no fear’—
Afterward’—in the Meadow’—
Swinging her Beryl Bell’—
The Mold-life’—all forgotten’—now’—
In Ecstasy’—and Dell’—
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