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Show THE STORIED PAST By Ninette M. Lowater. What were our lives without the glorious glor-ious past? The memory of white souls that lived or died, As fate decreed, yet never turned aside, But kept their -straight, hard path until un-til the last. Each beating heart a memory retains Of sweet, pure lives that blossomed long ago, But through remorseless years that come and go, Their fragrance still upon the earth remains. Within our solitude they move and breathe, Sydney, the Maid of Frances, and all the train, Vivid, undying, whose names still en wreathe The measure of all greatness and all pain. O Time, whatever doom for earth there be, Leave to her still her precious memory. mem-ory. New York Sun. |