THEIR GARMENTS.
She. knew the garments hanging in tho hall, Their old, worn garments—knew them, ono arid all. It seemed a kind of light around them shone — Tho old, rough cloak tho winter road had known, Tho plaided shawl that kept the inglenook, Tho battered cap awry upon the hook, The blouse of blue—so faded in the sun. She took them from the wall, and, one by ono, She pressed them to her face and kissed them allThere, standing silent in the silent hall. . . But there was Something she could not recall— And oh ! the unused tears began to fall! They fell—they burst the folded doors of sight, And in upon her rushed the empty Night! There was no hall—no garments touched with light, But only tears, marking a dream's swift .
Might. —Edith M. Thomas. Scribnor's.
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Evening Post, Volume XCI, Issue 143, 17 June 1916, Page 16
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136THEIR GARMENTS. Evening Post, Volume XCI, Issue 143, 17 June 1916, Page 16
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