cis The Years Pass
) do not count the years as I must do. I know the days pass slowly, one by one, cl long procession, inarching Indian file With measured tread, For you there is no 1 line cis I must reckon 'it. nor can you know The long dull ache of wailing —that is mine;. ..
J am content, if sonic dim memory, ds of a fragrance, lingers when I wake, Too faint for conscious thought to keep and hold,
Too dim to pul in words and say to others, / had a drcam last night: this was its shape. Which tells me of your presence, and assures Me who am still Time’s prisoner, all is well.
—Rev. T. Wemyss Reid, in his book of verse, Across the Silence.
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Dominion, Volume 32, Issue 72, 17 December 1938, Page 1 (Supplement)
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