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Show THE PARTXN'O OF THE WAYS. ; Oh. the road lies green behind us, like a narrow, winding river 1 May bloom and rose bloom and whisper o' the wind Sunbeams spilled along the path like arrows ar-rows from a quiver-Nay, quiver-Nay, we must press on, sweetheart, and never look behind. Time is left snd little time for tender words and kisses. A little round o' purple nights, a round o' golden days; Never was a gypsying as sweet a one as this is We are nearing now the parting of the ways. When at first we took the road the crescent cres-cent moon wss slender. Like a folded lily bud a-sway on curving curv-ing stem; Night and night she spread her 'leaves until she flushed in splendor. Night and nlgbt her petals dropped the while we noted them Now before the moon Is dead, let us laugh together; Still there lies a little way and time to kiss and praise: Oh, your hand lies light in mine, a little curled white feather We are nearing now the parting of the ways. Oh. the glory of the days that we twoV" have loved In, jf" Green wood and deep wood and low f wind of the south, ' Oh, the tenderness of nights that we two have loved in-Soft in-Soft arms and warm arms, and kisses of your mouth. Would that there were turning back -to the path's beginning. Back of u the tender light, sll before |