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Show "HEART-BREAK HILL." (By Paul Laurence Dunbar.) There are brilliant heights of sorrow That only the few may know; And tho lesser wqes of the world, like waves, 1 Break noiselessly, far below. I hold for my own possessing, A mount that is lone and still The great high place of a hopeless grief, And I call it my '"Heart-break Hill." And once on a winter's midnight I found its highest crown, i And there in the gloom, my soul and I. a Weeping, we sat us down. 1 But now when I seek that summit We are two ghosts that go, Only two shades of a thing that died, Once in the long ago. So I sit me down in the silence, And say to my soul, "Be still," , So the world may not know we died that night p'rom weeping on "Heart-break Hill." St, Loujs Mirror. |