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Show A HAND CLASP. Through the distance between us I stretch my hand j.iie ueepening snaaows are aun and gray Will it meet your own in some far dreamland . Where you will clasp it and" understand under-stand All that I longed to say? For words are empty and life is vain, The heart grows weary when hope declines. And what avail our bitter pain To know in a sweeping cloud of rain That somewhere the sun still shines? I will lay the bars of a lilting tune. Let the sadness fade and the smiles begin Of roses clustering in fragrant June But winter withers the bloom too soon And the minor chord creeps in. The visions fade though we strive to hold For dreamland's shore is a shifting sand. Is" life the thing that our youth foretold? fore-told? I speak no answer for words are cold; I only stretch out my hand. Unidentified. |
