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Show She left me then, and closed the door, Walked briskly from my home, 'Twos then I blessed the quiet peace Of being all alone. Jane Spendlove THERE'S PEACE IN BEING ALONE For months I had been very ill, I was depressed and blue, I wished and wished, some one would come, And spend an hour or two. Just then the ringing of a bell Took me faltering to the door, And there in black, a woman stood Whom I'd not seen before. She said: "Your friends speak oft of you, So I came to bring you cheer, And perhaps a ray of sunshine For the little time you're here." She took one sad, sad look at me, Then slowly shook her head, Saving: "You're so much like my sister, Poor dear, she now is dead." She wiped her nose, then asked me "Have you made out your Will? You should take care of this, my dear, You look so very ill." And then she shook me by the hand, Looked straight into my eye Saying, "Heaven is such a glorious glor-ious place, Don't be afraid to die." "Oh dear, dear me, you look so queer, . Your pallor'9 almost green! . Your time cm earth is very brief, ; That's plain to be seen." |