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WHITE MAGIC.
World, if her soul is sad to-day
Sain it with blue and green and grey.
Sain it with blue and green and grey.
Sain it with blue: if she would cry
Show her the stainless vault of sky,
The rich blue drapery of the seas
A bending robe across God's knees.
Show her the stainless vault of sky,
The rich blue drapery of the seas
A bending robe across God's knees.
Sain it with green: if tears o'erwhelm
Rock her soul in the windy elm,
Stanch it with the cool green leaves,
Show her our English grass if she grieves.
Rock her soul in the windy elm,
Stanch it with the cool green leaves,
Show her our English grass if she grieves.
Sain it with grey: a cure for pain
Is to weave her a cobweb-scarf of rain,
And a soft grey cloak of shadows dim—
Then let her smile, and think of him.
Is to weave her a cobweb-scarf of rain,
And a soft grey cloak of shadows dim—
Then let her smile, and think of him.
World, if her soul is sad to-day
Sain it with blue and green and grey.
Sain it with blue and green and grey.
