Flame beaten to ash by the too-fierce wind of a day
Flame beaten to ash by the too-fierce wind of a day;
Flower torn at the roots, ere noon-tide drooping, gray;
Flower of a singing soul, laughing flame of a life —
But the laughter and song, where are they? Lost in that sore wind-strife.
Pray to the souls of men, ere the new day rises in power,
Pray to the souls of men: " Forget not the flame and the flower. "
Flower torn at the roots, ere noon-tide drooping, gray;
Flower of a singing soul, laughing flame of a life —
But the laughter and song, where are they? Lost in that sore wind-strife.
Pray to the souls of men, ere the new day rises in power,
Pray to the souls of men: " Forget not the flame and the flower. "
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