By: Ardis E. Parshall - October 02, 2018 Embers By Estelle Webb Thomas I had thought when the flame of love blazed bright,When it warmed the day and illumed the night.That should ever it flicker or wane awayThe whole of life would be void and gray. I did not know that the steady glowOf its quenchless embers smouldering lowCould melt from a wandering heart its chillAnd prove a haven — precious still! (1933) ...
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