Children of the Night — The Miracle

The Miracle "Dear brother, dearest friend, when I am dead, And you shall see no more this face of mine, Let nothing but red roses be the sign Of the white life I lost for him," she said;

"No, do not curse him, -- pity him instead;

Forgive him!

-- forgive me!

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God's anodyne For human hate is pity; and the wine That makes men wise, forgiveness.

I have read Love's message in love's murder, and I die."

And so they laid her just where she would lie, -- Under red roses.

Red they bloomed and fell;

But when flushed autumn and the snows went by, And spring came, -- lo, from every bud's green shell Burst a white blossom.

-- Can love reason why?