Daughters of Promise November/December 2014 | Page 64
A LEAF FROM THE TREE OF SONGS
By Adam Christianson
When harpers once in wooden hall
A shining chord would strike
Their songs like arrows pierced the soul
Of great and low alike.
Aglow by hearth and candleflame
From burning branch of ember
The mist of all their music sang
As if to ask in wonder,
Is there a moment quite as keen
Or memory as bright
As light and fire and music sweet
To warm the winter’s night?
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