Mary J. Serrano

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“Then on her soul first broke the fatal truthThat flashed, a flaming sword, before the gatesOf the lost Eden of her blighted youth.”

“The golden circle of HumanityIs narrowed to themselves. For them aloneWas Earth created, joyous, fair and free,The realm where each the other would enthrone,Sole sovereign whose dear sway all things should ownIn glad obedience—egotism sublimeOf Youth and Love, whose faith may well atoneFor the cold wisdom with which hoary TimeCrowns the steep height that Age with faltering step must climb.”

“And legends wild and fairy tales they read;Stringing bright gems of Fancy on Truth's golden thread.”

“The gospel whose glad promises atoneFor all of bitterness the heart hath known.”