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Show SOME DAY OF DAYS. Some day, some day of days, treading the street, With idle, heedless pace. Unloosing for such grace i shall beaold your face! Some day, tome day or day.-, thus may we meet. Perchance the snn may shiae from skies of May, Or winter's icy chill Touch lighttv vale and hill: What matter? I r-hali thrill Through every vein with summer on that day. Once mere life's perfect jo ith will come back, And fur a HioieRt there 1 shall s:a id freh and fair, And dr"p the garment care: Once mere my peif.-ct you h shall nothing lack. 1 shut my eyes now thinking how 'twill be, How face oLicea h soul Will slin us long control, Forget the dismal dole Cf drja-JF file's dark, separating sea. And 'dance to gjiace andlnn'l to hand in greeting, The past with all i s fears, lt silence and its cears. Its loneiy, yearning vear", Shall yaruth in the " o nent of h it meet. Elizabeth Stuart Pktlpt, |