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 TOO LATE

HE grief that wrings my heart to-night Is old as Love and stern as Fate, But yesterday I was unkind And now I grieve to-day too late.

I stretch to you imploring hands And naught I grasp but empty air, The loving words that were your due I sob, too late, in futile prayer.

The grief that wrings my heart to-night Is your love's message to my soul And life cannot contaminate What memories of you control.