. A twisted skein:. THE LADYS ^HE storm has lulled at last— For see! the lightnings flash nomore gleams blue,Each distant tree-top bringing clear to view;And hark! no more the thunders angry dinAwakes the echoes empty rooms within; No more the wind sweeps pastWith madness in its loud and boistrous tone;But in my life so desolate and lone,So destitute of homes delights and cheer,So rifled of the friends my heart held dear,The storm still rages wild. THE LADYS STORY. 97 My life is empty as the rooms cruel Death has gathered all I love,And left me, as you see, alone and m

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. A twisted skein:. THE LADYS ^HE storm has lulled at last— For see! the lightnings flash nomore gleams blue,Each distant tree-top bringing clear to view;And hark! no more the thunders angry dinAwakes the echoes empty rooms within; No more the wind sweeps pastWith madness in its loud and boistrous tone;But in my life so desolate and lone,So destitute of homes delights and cheer,So rifled of the friends my heart held dear,The storm still rages wild. THE LADYS STORY. 97 My life is empty as the rooms cruel Death has gathered all I love,And left me, as you see, alone and mother died—a sweeter none eer had— When I was but a just remember her sweet face and smile,The deep, deep love, the playful, tender wileWith which she taught me all a babe could learn;I just recall how I, in sweet return, Was wont her cheeks to pressWith baby fingers scarce more soft or whiteThan hers, and lisp with infantile delightThe holy words she taught my lips to say,Then gainst her own to lay my cheek, and pray 1

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