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A MEMORY.

The fire upon the hearth is low, ►And there is stillness everywhere : Like troubled spirits here and there The firelight shadows fluttering goAnd as the shadows round me creep A childish treble breaks the gloom. And softly from a farther room 'Comes : “Now I lay me down to sleep.” And somehow with that little prayer. And,that sweet treble in my ears, My thought g’oes back to distant years And lingers with a dear one there ; Again I hear the child’s “Amen.” My mother’s face comes hack to me ; Crouched at her side I seem to be. And mother holds my 'hand again. O, for an hour in that dear place ! O for the peace of that dear time ! O for the childish trust sublime ! O for a glimpse of mother’s face ! [Yet as the shadows round me creep X do not seem to be alone — Sweet magic of that treble tone — And, “Now I lay me down to sleep.-’ —Eugene Field.

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A MEMORY., Southern Cross, Volume 14, Issue 42, 15 December 1906

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A MEMORY. Southern Cross, Volume 14, Issue 42, 15 December 1906

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