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 210 THE SUNSHINE S STORY.

��THE SUNSHINE S STORY.

FOUR little pictures j that was all To tell his ended life To me, a lonely woman still, Who should liave been his wife.

Out of his mother s feeble hand

I took them one by one, To read his story, short and sad,

Told by the faithful sun.

&quot;This one&quot; she rubbed it with her sleeve-

&quot;My eyes can scarcely see; Twas taken when he was a boy. A dear good boy to me !&quot;

A round and rosy little face,

With awkward, frightened stare,

And sturdy, nervous school-boy hand Clutched tightly on a chair.

&quot;And this was in his college days, When he went courting you.&quot; I pulled my veil across my face, And near the picture drew.

I saw the eager hazel eyes,

The careless, wind-tossed hair,

The very knotting of the tie I loved to see him wear

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