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Show THE OLD VALENTINE. A souvenir of the bygone years, Hre.itUing old odors faint as musk Which roses siill in dew and dusk; Its blazoned pases dulled by tears; Its faded Cupid drooping low, AYit.li broken wing and rusty bow; A leaf of life turned old and sear, Yet still she holds it sweet and dear. For love embalms each simple line Of that old, faded valentine. She pores upon the cherished page A lily past her morning glow, But fair as in the long ago. To such as she what matters age, "Whose love is ageless, and whose truth Makes in hnr soul eternal youth? Ftill unforijotten kisses thrill With rupture her swift pulses; still She cries: "How bright this world would be Could you, O Love, come back to me. As once my own and only mine. My bonny knight and valentine! "The fault was mine oh, hapless fate! To learn our needs and blame too late. When prayers and tear cannot atone For wrong and sorrow dealt our ownl" But, lo, a tread of eager feet Presages something strange and sweetl He oomes, forgiven, to forgive! "Sweetheart, to love that is to live, And love like oun can never die." JCor need to voice her heart's reply! More eloquent the dumb, dear sign Of that long treasured valentine. New York Ledger. |