Show What Might Have Been 99 I Sitting alone In the twilight Alone In the twilight gray The spirits come thronging about me That 1 I deemed were gone for aye The spirits of vanished moments Of or words wOlds I might have ha said Of or loving Jg and thoughtful actions Undone to the silent dead A And I vainly try to escape them Ys l And l their sad reproachful p eyes For swiftly as one may vanish In In its place will another rise And each voice has bas a strain that pierces With its cadence of untold woe For the strain is like to to the thu tones of ot friends Once heard in Iho tho long ago I Tell me ye sad eyed e spirits p l's i sin May y I never grasp you o again But low comes cornea the sorrowful answer In 11 the accents fraught with pain N Never Ner er ah never oh mortal A great gulf gul lies lIs between n. n And we must wander forever In the Valley G of Might Slave Yet our brothers are always with you Vou y ou Each day they are arc by by- your side Then earnestly swiftly seize them fore Before tle they glide lIde Into that mournful valley I Which man hath never seel seen I. I But Dut which lives In his memory forever forever- forever forever- The lh Valley of MIght Have Amy Amy K Lloyd |