* * The poetry of Ruth T. Whittlesey * *

A Smile

Between two walls of straight, cold stone,

A little ray of sunlight shone,

Upon a mountain decked in snow,

And dropped its light on hills below

Just so my heart, when straight and cold,

Was sprinkled with a smile of gold,

That made the snow-capped mount of life

Smile down on all these hills of strife.

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