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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