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Show Haunted. There came a whisper in the night, A little cry across the years. And I who heard. In deep affright Awakened with unnumbered fears. "It is some deed that I have done. Some sin I wrought long, long ago; But hush! am I the only one? Then wherefore am I troubled so? "For all men do some evil deed, And all men falter some may fall; Do ghosts of Selfishness and Greed Come back. O God! to haunt them all? "Mayhap some waywardness was mine In vanished days; mayhap I fell. Must I now drink the bitter brine-Must brine-Must I see eyes that gleam from hell?" Then came a whisper through the night, A little cry across the years. And I who heard, in deep affright, Listened with wild, unnumbered fears. '1 am the ghost -of that pure deed You mieht have done, but did not do; I am the ghost of that good seed You might-have sown when Life was new. "And this it is that haunts you now That deed undone, that seed unsown; Too late, too late, to take the plow. The Spring is gone, the May is flown!" And this I heard amid the night This voice that called across the years; And when the dawn came, silver white, I was companioned with my tears. Charles H. Towne in Sunday School Times. |