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 NO R TH CONWA Y.

��Seeking out now a stricken heart, Hands that shall softly move

The folded garments with the touch We give to things we love.

��O solemn garments, needed not !

O childish treasures, dearer far For wear of little baby-hands

Than jewels newly burnished are !

empty glove and kerchief smooth ! O idle shoe that treads no more

Life s measure to the tune of Time !

treasures dropped on Jordan s shore !

1 dream to-day as dreamers must ;

1 see dim shadows come, Claiming their own with smile and tear

As noisy wheels bring baggage home.

��NORTH CONWAY.

I HAVE seen a strain of music, I have listened with my eyes To a silent psalm of sunshine

Underneath the Conway skies. 15*

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