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Show I A LITTLE SECRET SMILE By Anne Campbell. WE SAT and talked beneath the trees, A scarlet bird sang from the wall. The wind blew silver harmonies. And Paula did not speak at all. Of those who shared the garden close, She was the only prisoner; She and a flaunting yellow rose From the green garden could not stir. In her low chair she sat apart, Her trusted crutches by her side, Her eyes the mirror of her heart, Her busy hands a sign of pride. And as we spoke of many things, The changing world, the lengthening mile. She watched the flirt of redblrd's wings, And smiled a little, secret smile. Across her countenance it went, As sunlight flits upon the sea; And watching her, I grew content With life, and all It gave to me. In that gay group of women none Abjured the world but she. . . . The grace Of her sweet spiri t met the sun And played upon her classic face. . . . Copyrlnht. WNU Service. |