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If I come to your place, some morning fine,
 * And you are not there to see

These scribblings, rambling and jottings of mine,
 * Lady, how dark it will be.

I mean if they say, you have gone away,
 * To other scenes and faces,

And you may not return, a-lac-a-day,
 * Lady; I'll miss your graces.

You are no critic, you are far too kind,
 * Your smile is surpassing sweet;

If the verse is wrong, excuses you find,
 * If fair, they're "perfect," "complete."

Lady: I'll miss you, you've helped many ways,
 * I'll miss your smile and be sad;

But I'll not forget you thru all the days
 * You've helped me and made me glad.

Sept. 2, 1914. 