Fire-Flowers

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Instrumentation: SSA chorus + acoustic guitar & piano
Duration: 3’56”
Poet: Emily Pauline Johnson

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Text:

And only where the forest fires have sped, 
  Scorching relentlessly the cool north lands,
A sweet wild flower lifts its purple head, 
And, like some gentle spirit sorrow-fed,
  It hides the scars with almost human hands.

And only to the heart that knows of grief,
  Of desolating fire, of human pain,
There comes some purifying sweet belief, 
Some fellow-feeling beautiful, if brief.
  And life revives, and blossoms once again.

-Emily Pauline Johnson

This poem is in the public domain.

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