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Show THE BLESSED 7?y Nancy Byrd Turner NovmlT dnrkhitf) to iis clone. Tii-y kn;cl teniae their flickering lieariii ; Yithout, or:; lit. Me wLstful roue In drooping tmvunl the barren earrh. A front lut'l hittf-n the April fruit. A hliht 1i;kJ .si'iii'ffj the aurritm-r corn. Si arp hail had iii;.iu?n to the root 'Vhr Khh-n harh-y, overborne. "Hut oh,' he rl-. "I love yut Hweet! What hall we reck of wind or weather So lontf an vt an .sunrly ru:.t The rfuiishim; .'nd the aim in together?" H'.r m'.'i'-,v-r little Kardtai prayed All lorff July for qiienrhin rain; The sad-nyed ra'Ji.- left the shale To M-.-k tln-ir fiiolintr eir-lc in vain; The Mowers Il ai her hands had rlicrif icd, That made the horders beauty-bright, Tii.-y bo vv-d th jir lov.jly heads and perished: per-ished: IT I r.-r tears had fallen at the sight. "T'ut ah," wlie b rout lies, "I love you, dear! It cannot truly matter whether We Kain the year or lose the year, Just so we live the year together." Then on the h-irth a fagot fall? And hr-aks to sudden leaping light; A erieket in a corner calls; Slow silence deepens down the night. , T'iie circle of his young arm makes i A shelter where the dark had been; Tiie old dork on the mantel wakes And cries Thanksgiving In. Youth's Companion. |