KATE NAILER.
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'T was the pure white light of heaven We saw on her sinless brow.A bright, brief season of gladness Swept over the bridegroom and bride,Then Kate and her brave young lover Slept silently side by side.
To-day as I stand in her chamber And draw back the curtain of years,The floods of the past break upon me And deluge my spirit with tears.I turn from the sorrowful picture, The curtain falls back in its place,And closely beside me is breaking Her smile on a frank, boyish face.
"Kate's smile, with the eyes of his father," How often 't is lovingly said,With a kiss for the boy they have left us And tenderest thoughts of the dead.Asleep in their dreamless resting— Twin graves on the green hillside—They lie in their clay-cold chamber, The bridegroom and beautiful bride.
