Beyond the cloudy strip;

And something beautiful, besides:—

I think it is a Ship.

[Pg 5]

Wind

 let them call it just The Wind,

And tell me not to grieve.

But I know all it left behind,

And more than they believe.

I know; about the far-off lands,

Where people never sleep;

They hide their faces in their hands,

And rock, and weep, and weep.

And I too little, all alone,

To go and find them yet;—

But Oh, I hear!—When I am grown,

I never will forget.

[Pg 6]

Late

y Father brought somebody up,

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