The clerk below;{32}

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The bare grey walls, the windows dim,

The crystal stains that filtered through

The golden wings of seraphim,

The robes of blue.

A sudden ray of sunshine fell

Soft on a little maiden’s hair,

And, lo! a joy I dared not tell,

And could not share.

My treasure hardly seemed my own,

My secret joy a burden grew,

In fear lest others had been shown

Its wonder too.

Her heart my secret never guessed;

And she is gone,—I know not where,

And now with those who loved her best

The loss I share.

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THE WORLD’S END

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