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Show A FAREWELL. Though I go forth, I fnco tho dark with singing; Think not that for Lovo's sake llfo starves for song; That which thou canst not give may yet bo bringing Bread to tho soul, and wine that makoth strong. Love is tho manna that grows with with tho giving, Thir.o is this gift, but mlno tho endless end-less storo; Pain, tho keen nolo that thrills to fuller ful-ler living, Calls to tho hoart across a boundless bound-less shore. Into tho night I go, but not without thco, Though novormoro blesldo mo whilst I sing; Tho splendor of the stars is round about mo, And. with tho dawn, llfo mounts on higher wing! Virginia Woodward Cloud. n |