COPYRIGHT, 1909
MORILLA MARIA NORTON
MANILA, PHILIPPINES

To M. B. N.

Great Mother, dead but living,
Living but dead,
The snow falls fast,
In this death month of all the year.
White flakes like messengers
Sent upon the blast,
From Heaven to light upon thy bier.

Like this death month of Nature
Such thou wert and art;
Cold with unsullied purity of will,
White with the soul’s austerity of charity,
Yet holding all the flames
Of summer’s glory in thy heart.

Yokohama
January 7, 1909