Methinks that you'll remember, when I die, Not some brave action, nor yet stately speech— Though sheltered lives to these may sometimes reachBut just a turn of lip, a glance of eye, A trivial jest, a laughing word, a sigh, A trick too strong to cure, too slight to teach, Scarce noticed, haply mocked by all and each— Now a full source of tears you'd fain defy. Ah do not weep ! The traveller, having come From mountain heights, cares not for drifted snow, Nor rock, nor branch, as record of the day; But plucks a gentian blue aud bears it home, Safe in his bosom—l would have you so Keep, one sweet speck of love at heart ahvay. —Lady Lindsay, in the ' Flowcrseller.'
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REMEMBRANCE., Evening Star, Issue 10429, 25 September 1897, Supplement
REMEMBRANCE. Evening Star, Issue 10429, 25 September 1897, Supplement
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