A new library of poetry and song: . Brave lines, long life, did my friends hand so mine own; yet mine is quick more in his I read Fates idle jest,Then fold it ilown forever on his breast. EniTH M. IF I SHOULD DIE TO-NUIHT. If I should die to-night,My friends would look upon my quiet faceBefore they laid it in its deem that death had left it almost fair;And. laying snow-white flowers against my hair,Would smooth it down uith tearful fold mv hands with lingering caress—Poor hantls, so empty and so cold to-night 1 If I should die t
A new library of poetry and song: . Brave lines, long life, did my friends hand so mine own; yet mine is quick more in his I read Fates idle jest,Then fold it ilown forever on his breast. EniTH M. IF I SHOULD DIE TO-NUIHT. If I should die to-night,My friends would look upon my quiet faceBefore they laid it in its deem that death had left it almost fair;And. laying snow-white flowers against my hair,Would smooth it down uith tearful fold mv hands with lingering caress—Poor hantls, so empty and so cold to-night 1 If I should die friends would call to mind, with loving thought,Some kindly deed the icy hands had wrought;Some gentle word the frozen lips had said;Errands on which the willing feet had sped;The memory of my selfishness and iiasty words, would all be put so I should be loved and mourned to-night. If I should die hearts estranged would turn once more to me,Recalling other days remorsefully ;Tlie eyes tliat chill me with averted glanceWould look upon me as of yore, soften, in the old familiar way;For who could war with dumb, unconscious clay i*So I might rest, forgiven of all, to
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