Cross Roads by Margaret E. (Margaret Elizabeth) Sangster
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page 82 of 143 (57%)
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TOUCHES SOME FLOWER --
SO IS MY SONG, DEAR, THROUGH EVERY HOUR, ALL THE DAY LONG, DEAR, TO YOU, UNKNOWING! AT TWILIGHT You came to me through the candlelight, When the world, outside, was grey. . . . You came to me through the candlelight When the day was done, and the misty night Crept through the land. And your eyes were bright, And they seemed to laugh and pray. You came to me through the candlelight, And you took my hands, and you held them tight, And you didn't speak, but, dear, I KNEW -- And my heart and my soul were part of you. You came to me through the candlelight, When the world, outside, was grey; And I looked in your eyes and, glowing there, I saw a hope and I read a prayer; And I knew, at last, that I didn't care, If life were a troubled, weary way, As long as I walked with you. |
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