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XXI. TREASURED WORDS.
In those last days ere I was left alone—
Days saddest, yet most sacred, I have known—
Seven words she spake, which in my heart shall live
Till sister Death my parting sign shall give.
Write not those words, my hand! but let them be
A holy secret between her and me.
Days saddest, yet most sacred, I have known—
Seven words she spake, which in my heart shall live
Till sister Death my parting sign shall give.
Write not those words, my hand! but let them be
A holy secret between her and me.
On one I think each morn when dawn is gray,
And keep it for my solace through the day;
And so, within the compass of the week,
All seven I seem to hear my angel speak.
Ah me! but seem—yet will I not repine;
I mourn not my own sufferings, dear! but thine.
And keep it for my solace through the day;
And so, within the compass of the week,
All seven I seem to hear my angel speak.
Ah me! but seem—yet will I not repine;
I mourn not my own sufferings, dear! but thine.
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