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Show HEART LONGING. Our aove was in its glory, (Her lips were warm and sweet), I told the old, old story, A million hearts repeat, The rose dawn of the morrow Was the love-light in her eyes (God! had I dream't the sorrow) Life might be otherwise. Again I looked my desire, Your lips were cold and pale, iour soul had passed awearie Into the shadow vale. Your face a pallid mocking: (Sly olossoms on your breast) And in my heart a locking Of anguish and unrest. Outside the wind is droning, And memory stirs a grief, My sobbing soul is moaning A cry for its relief My blinded eyes are paining, With none to heal the smart, And my poor tears are raining Upon a broken heart. T. G. WHEN YOU ARE GOOD, be very good, and when you are bad be careful of what you drink. Then the consequences won't be half bad. Bad whisky will kill a man quick, good whisky used moderately will help him live longer, and we haven't any whisky that isn't good. That's how business keeps up. B.IEGER & LINDLEY. |