Show sigh of the emigrant since I 1 came over oft she stood her red rough hands in straining clasp As though in some strange way would find some rare treasure in her grasp find something tangible to clutch and hold and know it for her own out ot the things she had loved much out ot the days that she had known since I 1 came over and she smiled A light surged in her listless eyes and like a joyous care ree child in whose heart naught of sorrow lies she told us ot the paths she knew and sang small fragments of a song some little strain of eyes so blue that in her mind had lingered long since I 1 came over she would tell of days that were before she came of broad fields that she loved so well of roses bursting into flairs of sun day and starry n then as a song in silence dies the gleaming of the happy 1 vi ent swiftly from her wistful eyes since she came over achand you and I 1 and all of us have known the hear tact e in the farewell view of land that we called our own we know how many isles there be of h for adf are bereft acoss the sea of memory happa 1 nde we a 1 ha e left W D N in ch cago tribune |