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WISHES.
BY L. E. L.
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It was a summer night,
And I looked upon the sky,
When suddenly a light
Flashed in its splendour by.
I watched the red flash pass
On its shining path of flame,
And a wish rose in my heart,
That mine might be the same.
It left its native sky,
And when it touched the earth,
There rose a pillar of fire,
As 'twere a spirit's birth;
And stronger grew my wish,
Till as I passed next day,
Where fell that radiant light,
But blackened ashes lay;
The forest oak was sear,
The grass had lost its green:
Reproof!—how could I wish
Such course for me had been?
