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Show DAYBREAK. By Charles Burton Going. As the faint dawn crept upward, gray and dim, I saw her move across the past to him Her eyes as they had looked in long gone years, Tender with love, and soft with thoughts of tears. Her hands, outstretched as if in wonderment, Nestled in his, and rested there content. "Sweetheart," he whispered, "what glad dream Is this?" I feel your clasp your long remembered kjss "Touches my lips, as when you used to creep Into my heart; and yet, this is not sleep "Is it some vision that with night will fly?" "Nay dear," she answered; "it is really I." "Now, little sweeheart, it is you,I know! But I knew not the dead could meet us so. "Bodied as we are see, how like we stand!" "Like," she replied, "in form, face, and hand." Silent awhile, he held her to his breast As if afraid to try the further test 1 Then, speaking quickly: "Must you go away?" "Dearest," sho murmured, "neither night nor day!" Close to her bosom, then, she drew his head, Trembling, "I do not understand," he said; "I thought the spirit world was far apart . . " "Nay!" she replied, "it is not now, dear heart!" "Quick, let me close your eyes with kisses, .so. . Cling to me, dear! . . . 'tis but a step to gof" The white-faced watchers rose, beside his bed; "Shut out the day," they sighed; "our friend is dead." The Chancellor. |
