James and Mary Ford, eds. Every Day in the Year. 1902.
March 6Louisa May Alcott
By Louise Chandler Moulton (18351908)(Died March 6, 1888—In Memoriam)
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Of fire that glows through the night,
As the speed of the soaring lark
That wings to the sky his flight,
So swiftly thy soul has sped
On its upward, wonderful way,
Like the lark when the dawn is red,
In search of the shining day.
Whom earth in the earth we lay,
While the bearers softly tread,
And the mourners kneel and pray;
From thy semblance, dumb and stark
The soul has taken its flight—
Out of the finite dark,
Into the Infinite Light.