Wade

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Title:     Wade
Author: Cotton Noe [More Titles by Noe]

Out of the infinite depths of love,
Floated a spirit song,
Plaintive and sad as coo of dove,
Burdened for sin and wrong;
So tender and sweet the melody,
None heard that song but he.

Out of the days of childhood joys,
Faded the smile of light;
The sun that dazzled other boys,
For him was never bright:
The birds sang sweet on every tree--
All heard their songs but he.

Out of the realms of infinite light,
A song of infinite glee;
The faded smile of joy grew bright,
"Mother is waiting for thee."
So tender and sweet the melody,
None heard that song but he.

[The end]
Cotton Noe's poem: Wade

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