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A LETTER.
My arms will soon be round you, my lips will ease your pain,
And teach the smile to linger around your lips again."
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Swift came the wife and mother across the wave-tossed deep,
Alas for fond hearts' yearning! Alas for eyes that weep!
They found a swifter message of deeper peace had sped,
And the lips that burned to meet them were pale and cold and dead!
And teach the smile to linger around your lips again."
·········
Swift came the wife and mother across the wave-tossed deep,
Alas for fond hearts' yearning! Alas for eyes that weep!
They found a swifter message of deeper peace had sped,
And the lips that burned to meet them were pale and cold and dead!
