The Last Robin
Lyrics and Sonnets


by Ethelwyn Wetherald



 

FATE AND FREEWILL.



FATE locked her in a narrow room:
    There was no light from any side;
But when accustomed to the gloom
    Long curtained windows she espied.

Then Freewill raised the curtains high,

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    And lo, her cell’s contracted girth
Held all the glory of the sky
    And all the beauty of the earth. [Page 53]