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Show MISCELLANY ; i Anticipation. "No rose ean flhtit uA ht a. IhjI apaitt: Sometime, my darling, you. will untjer-ataml untjer-ataml Why I ani greedy of the momenta when A vain it my Hr'taat I hold your Utile. 1ih nd. And watch t!ie njrves and dimples of your face. And all your beauly and your flowerlike grace. For the awlft current of the ceajelca yearn Shall bear you on their bosom to life's main, Where tempeata rage and hearld grow nick With for. And the hlak fhadow waits whoec name In T'nln. Then this sweet brow shall wear a crown of care. And I, my dear one. I shall not be there. O tender feet, the way In rouRh and steep: O viohit eyea, your rlglls must be long; tic hlle I may. In love n neat let me keep My precious baby aafe from any wrong. Kiss me with Hps still pure and unde- flled, Kor sometime I shall lose yoO, O my child." From James R Kenyon'a book. "Harvest "Har-vest Horne." |