ESME WINGFIELD -STRATFORD .
FIRST
LIGHT.
A
HARBOUR
light
in
a
storm ,
m
A well
in
a
waste
of
sand ,
A
beacon
light on
a
hopeless
night ,
A
friend
in
an
alien
land .
A
twilight
flush
in
the East,
A
star
in
a
clouded
sky ,
A
loyal
blade
for
a
cause
betrayed ,
A
breath
from
an
age gone by .
Sweet
in
a
loveless
world ,
Pure
in
a
tainted
air,
Oh, who
could
see
and not
worship
thee ?
Lose
thee
and
not despair ?
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