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IN that shadow-land, where the Sisters three / Are weaving the web of destiny, / There floated once through the fateful gloom / A thread of sunshine, that gleamed upon / The thread of a life from the distaff drawn, / And mingling, they passed to the busy loom.
The wondering Parcea looked and smiled, / As the light grew into the soul of a child, / And in and out and through devious ways, / They wove it in with the woof of days.
But they said on earth (who knew not the Fates) / "As the lily's chalice holds the dew, / So in her heart, at the morning's gates, / She caught the sunshine, when she came through."