The Messenger, Vol. 13, No. 8

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V,Ol.1"XIII.

.JUNE,

1888.

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EDITORS:

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, { 'W, C. ,JAMES, Philologian.,, ,A\ ,T. RAMSEY, C. 'f. KINCAN 10N,

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Business Manager-W. A. BORUM. Assis,(qnt Business Manager-C. B. 'TIPiP!ET'tl'.

If I should die to-night,

My foiends would 100k UF,".)nmy quiet .face Betr0re they iaid it tin ,its r:estiing place, And deem that death had le£t lit almost fair, And, laying snow-white fl0wers against my ltair, Would ,smooth it down wi.'th tearful tenderness, An(l fold my hands with Engering .ca,ress, Poor 'hands, RO empty and so cold to-night,

. H I should &iie to-hight, · 'My friends would caill t0 mind, with loving thcmght; Some kindly deeal the icy hand had wrought, Some gent le word the froz.en lips had said, , Errands . on ;which tihe willing feet had spe~; .The memory of my selfishness and pride, My hasty worids wou~d all ibe pt1t aside, AndlBo I shot1ld be lo"'1ed and mourned to-,night. If I sho1,M die t0-night, Even hearts estranged wott1d tum once mo:rieto me, 'Reca1liing' other days remor:sefolly; . The eyes tlrnt chin me with aver t ed glance .. -Would l60k upon me as of yore, perchance, And soften, in ~he olcl; fo,tniliar way, Fm.' who c01ild war wJth dum l1, unconsci0us day'? . So I m'ight rer,t, forgiven of aU to-night. · . Oh, friends ! I pray to-.m.\ght, Keep not you r kisses for my deaid, cokl brow ; The way is lonely : let me feel them now ; Think gemUy of me; !I am trave~-wom ;-, 1\1[yfaltering feet are pierced wiith many a thorn; F0rgive, oh, hearts estranged, forgive, I piead; W'lien dreamless rest is· mine, I shall n@t need The tenderness for which I long to-nigM. t'

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