Chips, fragments and vestiges by Gail Hamilton collected and arranged by H. Augusta Dodge |
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“MAN GOETH TO THE GRAVE AND WHERE IS HE?” |
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 | Chips, fragments and vestiges by Gail Hamilton |  |
“MAN GOETH TO THE GRAVE AND WHERE IS HE?”
Dim—dim—dim—
“The love-light of fond eyes”
A warmer gleam than ever beamed
From balmy Southern skies.
“The love-light of fond eyes”
A warmer gleam than ever beamed
From balmy Southern skies.
Cold—cold—cold—
Lips, red as ruby wine.
As dew-drop on the lily's cup,
So pressed those lips to mine.
Lips, red as ruby wine.
As dew-drop on the lily's cup,
So pressed those lips to mine.
Still—still—still—
The music of a tone
Whose softest cadence thrilled my soul
With sweetness all its own.
The music of a tone
Whose softest cadence thrilled my soul
With sweetness all its own.
Dust—dust—dust—
An earnest throbbing heart,
Whose pulses waked a bliss naught else
Can evermore impart.
An earnest throbbing heart,
Whose pulses waked a bliss naught else
Can evermore impart.
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Gone—gone—gone—
Over the silent river,
Home, hope, and heart—light, love, and life—
Forever and forever.
Over the silent river,
Home, hope, and heart—light, love, and life—
Forever and forever.
And what is left to me?
A tress of sunny hair,
A dark, dark earth—a cold, cold sky—
A memory—and—despair!
A tress of sunny hair,
A dark, dark earth—a cold, cold sky—
A memory—and—despair!
Hartford, Conn., April 14, 1855.
| Chips, fragments and vestiges by Gail Hamilton | |