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What the Past Sings To Me.

The Past rises up like the sweetest of dreams, With smiles on the lins and eyes; She stoops o'er To-daT and its poisoned streams, She sings of a day which nothing redeems, When all was otherwise— When all was otherwise. Of thoughts which Hope spun to a golden thread, Of pathß laid in Paradise, Of yellow daybreaks and sunsets red, Of nights when sleep dH not shun our bed, Rings the Past, with beautiful eyesSings the Past, with beautiful eyes. Of foil'---' wbose sweetness made amends, Of 1 ••■"» Wat scaled the skies, OF Mn - :u\ faces of whilom friendp, Of pi !..■• : nn'nes—anri :«"di?o.r ends, Sint."- iho Past, w ; th lifr tearful eyes' — Sipg.s the Past, with her tearful eyes I Alan MexhWKj Dunedin,

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What the Past Sings To Me., Evening Star, Issue 7904, 11 May 1889, Supplement

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What the Past Sings To Me. Evening Star, Issue 7904, 11 May 1889, Supplement

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