In shining letters, spelling happiness!

I knew that love would one day be mine own,

A tender suppliant for forgiveness won.

I had no fear,

Tho' cold and clear

You gave your answer,—sweet, my dear,

I never heard—your spoken word!

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[Pg 37]

The Song of the Long Ago

Wraith of the out-lived years,

Wandering too and fro,

Floating to earth on the hallowed tones

Of a song of long ago.

Shadows of those asleep

Steal through the simple lay,

Lifting the silvery veil aside

Of a long lost yesterday.

Beautiful silent days,

Raised from the silent past,

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