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XVIII
IN MEMORIAM

As I wander o'er hillside and meadow
I think of the children three;
I hear the pure blithe voices,
The fair fair faces I see.
Frank, blue-eyed, sturdy, and smiling;
Gwenllian rounded and fine;
And the lips of the little eldest
Than coral more coralline.
And the glory of youth and gladness
Is in all that they do and say,
And they walk without past or future
In the light of an endless to-day.
But I from the past look onward
To a future hidden from you;
And I trace this image of childhood
For the eyes of hereafter to view:
That when mine are fallen to darkness,
They may rest on the picture awhile,
With a smile, my darlings no longer!
That is not altogether a smile.
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