Daughters of Promise November/December 2014 - Page 64

A LEAF FROM THE TREE OF SONGS By Adam Christianson When harpers once in wooden hall A shining chord would strike Their songs like arrows pierced the soul Of great and low alike. Aglow by hearth and candleflame From burning branch of ember The mist of all their music sang As if to ask in wonder, Is there a moment quite as keen Or memory as bright As light and fire and music sweet To warm the winter’s night? -64-