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Show THE NAME ON THE DOOR. Loulne Chandler Moultou. It la only the name on the door-Why door-Why should there be tears iu my eyes! But I never shall knock there more ; And sorrow Is not otherwise. I lined to go up the stair When the day was wearing late, And come on her unaware As she sat aud dreamed by the grate. And then, like a sudden flame, My welcome flashed from her eyes, Aud her lips grew warm with my name. And we saw Love's star arise. Sometimes I but held her hand, Aud never a word said we We could always understand With never a word, you see. Sometimes she chatted like mad. And laughed I can hear her now. Shall I ever again be glad? I think I've forgotten how. It is only the name on the door, Where I used to come aud go ; But never to knock there more-Why, more-Why, the world seems dead, you know. |