THE PICTURE ON THE WALL.
Just between the curtained windows Where the shadows softly fall,Leaving there a touch of sadness, Hangs a picture on the wall—Our sainted father's picture, Hanging there upon the wall.
And the curtains as they waver In the breeze, and half unfold,Letting sunlight on the picture, Lay a band of purest gold.Make the dear eyes beam upon us— Beam and sparkle as of old.
Softly on the noble forehead Lies the shining silver hair,As though the light of heaven had A moment rested there—Like a gleaming saintly halo, Just an instant lingered there.
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