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HALLOWE’EN.
Hallowe’en.
As I sit alone by the fire
This quiet Hallowe’en,
My heart revives with the memory
Of a past and happy scene,
How their forms arise before me,
The dear friends of the past,
But how soon the visions vanish,
Too bright by far to last!
I seem to feel their presence
In the swiftly gathering gloom,
And I hear their garments rustle
In the stillness of the room,
And gentle mem’ry rolls away
The years that intervene
Between me and the pleasure
Of that happy Hallowe’en.
A merry, laughing party,
With lips and eyes aglow,
With ringing laugh and merry jest—
What thought had we of woe?
O loved ones dear, since that glad night,
Sad years have come and gone,
And of all the bright and happy group,
I am sitting here alone.
