Fire Flowers

​Duration: 

4'

​Instrumentation: ​

SSATBB (unaccompanied)

​Year of Composition: ​

2021

Text: 
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​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