The sand is sifting and the tides will ebb.

The spider then drew dose his silken thread,

It was no use to ask the reason why.

He only wished to eat and save his head,

And he must catch his breakfast, or die.

HER GOOD BYE

I love you, Darling, sweetheart mine,

Our troth is pledged, O joy divine!

With apple blossoms in my hair

I hope and breathe a fervent prayer

To keep my trust all down the years,

And love you always through the tears.

O heart of mine, my feet do sing

As down the aisle into the Spring

Of bursting bud and lilac time,

Of budding trees and robin rhyme,

So tenderly, Dear, I love you.

In happiness I go with you

Now in sunshine to follow on

And into dark when you are gone.

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