Yes, she will keep the vow

Made to that unflickering candle,

Cross the bridge again

After a sorrowing novitiate

In truth's chill, stony cloister.

The rainbow touches granite, too,

And new-leaved larches on eagle crags.

May she find the company of

Friends to trudge beside her

Up the storied muddy roads of peace.

- David W. Mitchell

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