A SHAFT of light broke over my bed,
 “’Tis the coming of dawn,” was all I said.
But the message had come through the light to me,
 “Not dawn, but the light of a soul set free.”

A bird sang gladly to the morn,
It sang of a world to love new born.
But the song was not from the bird on the tree,
 It was the song of a soul from the body free.

A breeze that was light as a fairy’s kiss,
Whispered to me of eternal bliss.
But ’twas not the breeze of the nearby sea,
 It was the touch of a soul from the body free.

A rustle of joy in the leaves o’er head,
“Home-coming of birds,” was all I said.
I caught the leaves which fell about me,
 They were jewels of love from a soul set free.

The rain-drops fell on each little flower,
And a rainbow broke like an arch of power.
And in each color I could see,
 The life of a soul from the body free.

Then, far in the distance, higher and higher,
There came a glad shout of a heavenly choir.
And a welcome beyond the gates I could see,
 To a soul forever free—free—free.
—Evelyn Whitell.

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