Salt Lake Herald | 1895-11-22 | Page 2 | The Lost Kingdon

THE LOST KINGDOM knew the way to a heart The paths that le to its gate When 1 knocked at its stately door I did not need to wait I knew each wide fair room I Each dear little 80iI And where the sunlight would leap And where the shadow would fall Why not For the place was mine I dwelt in its inmost room Wore gems that wero hoarded there Dreamed deep in its curtained gloom Looked long on its pictured wall Trod daily its rugs unrolled And drank of its rare rare TOM From its fairy cup of gold All was so freely mine 1 tired of a gift so sure Farewell for anhile old house awhie Farewel door And gayly I slammed the old rooms look the same Do the Dear rooms that I lovedd mocked Deat the street will the rest I may pasS wih the stately door is locke But a1n0 1argaret Gilman Davidson in New York Independent