Mary Jane Serrano

Then on her soul first broke the fatal truth That flashed, a flaming sword, before the gates Of the lost Eden of her blighted youth.

The golden circle of Humanity Is narrowed to themselves. For them alone Was Earth created, joyous, fair and free, The realm where each the other would enthrone, Sole sovereign whose dear sway all things should own In glad obedience—egotism …

And legends wild and fairy tales they read; Stringing bright gems of Fancy on Truth's golden thread.

The gospel whose glad promises atone For all of bitterness the heart hath known.