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The Argosy - Vol. 51, No. 2, February, 1891 by Various
page 47 of 156 (30%)
train, went toppling over a high embankment, and crashing down the side,
and rolling over and over, came to a dead stand at the bottom, one huge
mass of wreck and disaster.


(_To be continued._)




SONNET.


Yes, I have heard it oft: a few brief years
True life comprise. The rest is but a dream:
What though to thee like life it vainly seem.
Fool, trust it not; 'tis not what it appears.
We live but once. We die before the shears
Of Atropos the thread have clipped. True life
Is when with ardent youth's and passion's strife
We suffer and we feel. 'Tis when wild tears
Can flow and hearts can break, or 'neath the gaze
Of loved eyes beat. 'Tis when on eager wing
Of Hope we soar, and Past and Future bring
Within the Present's grasp. Ay, we live then,
But when that cup is quaffed what doth remain?
The dregs of days that follow upon days!

JULIA KAVANAGH.

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