Aline Mary Capp, item 78

• February 10, 2017 17:05:41 Stefania Biron

                    Beyond
  

                    ___ . ___
  

  I never stand above a bier and see
  

  The seal of death set on some well loved face
  

  But what I think, One more to welcome me
  

  When I from this dear world shall journey forth
  

  To that still dearer city of the dear.
  

               _____ .. _____ .. _____ ..
  

                                                           ELLA W. WILCOX
  

                                                                         _____ .. _____
  

  
  

                           Lights out
  

                            ___ .. ___
  

  Light of my life he whispered low
  

  As they kissed again in the hace
  

  Nor heard approaching the booted foot
  

  Of the parent grim and tall.
  

               _____ . _____
  

  Light of my life another kiss
  

  Just one before I go
  

  But that booted form with a angry hiss
  

  Let ply as the youth bent low
  

  A scream, a course, and a smothered groan
  

  And later a form on the gravel prone
  

  Told how the light went out
  

                                              J.S. Richardson RAM.C
  

  
  

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• February 10, 2017 16:52:25 Stefania Biron

                    Beyond
  

                    ___ . ___
  

  I never stand above a ... and see
  

  The seal of death set on some well loved face
  

  But what I think, One more to welcome me
  

  When I from this dear world shall journey forth
  

  To that still dearer city of the dear.
  

               _____ .. _____ .. _____ ..
  

                                                           ELLA W. WILCOX
  

                                                                         _____ .. _____
  

  
  

  
  

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• February 10, 2017 16:47:29 Stefania Biron

  Beyond
  

  I never stand above a ... and see
  

  The seal of death set on some well loved face
  

  But what I think, One more to welcome me
  

  When I from this dear world shall journey forth
  

  To that still dearer city of the dear.
  

  
  

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