 | In memory of W. V.: William Canton |  |
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THE MIRACULOUS
I left her in the dark to find
Her own way home; she had no fear.
I followed noiselessly behind;
She never dreamed that I was near.
Her own way home; she had no fear.
I followed noiselessly behind;
She never dreamed that I was near.
I let her have her childish will;
But had she cried, why in a wink!—
That would have seemed a miracle.
So in our little life, I think.
But had she cried, why in a wink!—
That would have seemed a miracle.
So in our little life, I think.
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