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Northern Lights

A shimmer of rose that shakes the soul,
A gleam of blue, ice-cold;
And high above where the skies unroll,
A quivering shaft of gold.

A sudden dance of a thousand lights,
An up-flung banner of red;
The sweeping silence of northern nights;
"The search-lights of God," you said.

—Clare Shipman Donnelly


Theft

In the golden summer-time
Molly stole my heart from me;
Now she glories in the crime,
Calls it petty larceny.

—Jean Graham


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