Purified

Maud Morrison Huey[1]

In there I felt that I could not forgive

The frightful wrongs that had been done to me.

My heart was filled with bitter jealousy,

And anger like a red-hot flame did sere.

My faith seemed gone; I could endure no more

Within those stifling walls; so I came here,

Out in the night, alone, beneath the stars.

I threw myself upon the ground, and lo!

The moon was o’er me, oh! so still and white

And beautiful, flooding my soul with light.

A sweet Peace came and laid upon my brow

A soothing hand.  My vision seemed to clear.

A few long breaths of God’s pure air, and now

There is no wrong that I would not forgive.

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[1] Maud Morrison Huey wrote short stories, poems, and at least one novel (Marjorie Moxey in 1910) during the first decades of the 20^th century.  Her audience seems to have been mainly children or youths.  She was often featured in the magazine The Cavalier.  Her biographical information has not been discovered.