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Show Marah Lights. From the marshca and meadows they rise When the Inst ray of dayllcht expires; With a vast conalellatlon of fires Thoy people tho duak of tho Bkles. In an Intricate kind of a dance, In a mystical mazo they aro led. And I watch them It noiselessly trend "With eyes that aro heavy with trance. And oft from tho whirl nnd the throne Somo lesser light dies In tho play; They ceaao not their dance hut nlway Go circling and whirling along. And, watching, I dream that our life la a mlrthleis dnnco thnt wo trend, Ne'er pnuslng to number tho dead That vanish away In tho strife! Wo aro sparks from the marsh that are lle" . 1.. . For a moment with Impulse, desire; A moment h ours to Insplro, A moment -mid then all'is stilled! Now Orleansilmes.-Democrat. |