We do not forget them, the days that have left us; Though so fnr, far they seem, we remember them yet, And often we muse of what Time has bereft us, Though yo ch'de us and tell us we seem to forget. And oft, when, around us dear faces are beaming, And dear voice 3 aro speaking so softly aud low, We seem to be listening, but oft wo are dreaming Of the faces and voices we knew long ago. \Vo do not forget them—we loved them too dearly For their mom'ry to fade from our lives like a dream. i The lips need not speak when the heart mourns sinttrsly. And the thoughts often rest where they seldom may seem. New ties and now duties rise daily around us. New affections come gently to claim us at * last; Wc smile and aro happy, though old ties that bound us Oft turn our hearts wistfully back to the past. Tlien chide tis'not so when ye sec us look cheerful; As the joys of true friendsship our journey beguile; Ye see not how often our eyes become tearful, Ah! ye kno-v' not how oft we could weep when wo tmile. Olive.
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UNFORGOTTEN, Evening Star, Issue 15676, 15 December 1914
UNFORGOTTEN Evening Star, Issue 15676, 15 December 1914
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