This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1880 edition. Excerpt: ...pain To see but Mildred's face, hear Mildred's voice When with a deep drawn sigh I asked for her, For Mary's hand to touch my aching head, For Mary's voice to calm my troubled soul--Dead, dead. The heavy bell strikes through the eve And tells me she is dead, and yet I live--Where was I, when my senses were ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1880 edition. Excerpt: ...pain To see but Mildred's face, hear Mildred's voice When with a deep drawn sigh I asked for her, For Mary's hand to touch my aching head, For Mary's voice to calm my troubled soul--Dead, dead. The heavy bell strikes through the eve And tells me she is dead, and yet I live--Where was I, when my senses were obscured And none knew if I lived or if I died, Where was I? Ah! where go we when we sleep, None answer me, perchance life e'er goes on, And after death we'll wake as from a dream Into another's life, be born once more Upon this earth, with no remembrance left Nought save a thought (much shadowed and obscured) That somewhere in the darkness we had met, With such an one, or somewhere else we knew What 'twas to love. God keep my memory clear And save me from wild madness in the pause That lies before me, till I join my love. I saw her dead, laid in that dreadful peace No woe can break, smiling that awful smile Of perfect silence, so I realized The bitter truth, that she was gone elsewhere I lived and live, if one can live half-dead. I had forgot to tell you, though she died A little boat had drifted to the cave With fishers in who drew us from the waves, And saved our bodies, --saved my wretched life.--Here is my story, Arthur, read it o'er, Then mark it with a query, nought is solved? Not one thing answered.--ONE YEAB IN HIS LIFE. 49 Here is this, or that, Fact upon fact each laid in due array, Such suff ring, so much death, so little cause; Yet good and righteous people simply sigh "When they are asked the answer for it all, And think I find much comfort when they say With untried faith.--" Sure God is very good!" Here in this castle garden, where the walls are pierced and broken, Where the ivy hangs in tatters, and the jackdaws croak and call, ...
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