Our Secret Drawer.
There is .'i secret drawer m every heart, Wherein we lay our treasures one by one— Each dear remembrance of the buried past;, Each cherished relic of the time that's gone. The old delights of childhood long ago ; The things we loved because we knew them best, The first discovered primrose m our path ; The cuckoo's earliest note ; the robin's nest; The merry haymakings around our home ; Our rambles m the summer woods and lanes ; The story told beside the winter fire; * While the wind moaned across the window panes; The golden dreams we dreamt m after years, Those magic visions of our young romance; The sunny nooks, the fountains, and the flowers, Gilding the fairy landscape of our trance ; The link which bound us later still to one Who fills a corner m our life to-day, Without whose love we dare nob dream how dark The rest would seem if it wera gone away; Tho song that thrilled our souls with very joy ; The prentle word that unexpected came ; The gift we prized, because the thought was kind ; The thousand, thousand things that have no name ; All.these m some far-hidden corner lie, Within the mystery of that secret drawer, Whose magic springs, though stranger hands may touch, Yet none may gaze upon its guarded store.
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Our Secret Drawer., Ashburton Guardian, Volume VII, Issue 2532, 1 October 1890
Our Secret Drawer. Ashburton Guardian, Volume VII, Issue 2532, 1 October 1890
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