Ina D. Coolbrith

Rookie (1842-1928 / Nauvoo, Illinois (Josephine D. Smith))

After The Battles - Poem by Ina D. Coolbrith

The dead are beneath the sod,
And the flowers above them blooming;
The birds are singing again,
And the bees in the clover humming.

The skies are glory above
In the dawn, and the sunset flushes.
And the wind a lullaby croon
Of a mother, her babe that hushes.

For Earth is a patient Earth,
And pardon is quick to win her-
But the heart of her child, of Man,
Is a quenchless flame within her.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 9, 2008

Poem Edited: Friday, July 11, 2008

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