:53:18
Blessed be he that hath peace
in his soul
:53:28
None knoweth the day,
before the sun goeth down
:53:39
Good morning, good morning,
sings the bird on the bough
:53:50
It saw the evening sun
behind the prison wall
:54:01
At dawn the flowers curtsied
sweet-scented
:54:12
By evening they lay crushed
under a storm of hail
:54:24
Small children played often
in the red glow of morning
:54:35
By evening they lay on the coffin
still and dead