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keepsakes.
This bracelet clasped a lovely arm;
This heart of topaz hath a charm
Of other days for me;
Some fair companion's merry glance,
My partner in the mazy dance,
In this old broach I see;
And this small volume's sacred lore
Recalls a counsellor of yore,
Whose faithful warnings, heard no more,
Yet live in memory.
This heart of topaz hath a charm
Of other days for me;
Some fair companion's merry glance,
My partner in the mazy dance,
In this old broach I see;
And this small volume's sacred lore
Recalls a counsellor of yore,
Whose faithful warnings, heard no more,
Yet live in memory.
Oh, ye have voices for mine ear,
Ye silent things! none else can hear;
Each little offering hath for me
A sweet, a separate history:
A tale of Love, or Joy, or Grief—
An hour of gladness, bright and brief;
And those long dead, or far away,
Have lived and smiled for me to-day!
Ye silent things! none else can hear;
Each little offering hath for me
A sweet, a separate history:
A tale of Love, or Joy, or Grief—
An hour of gladness, bright and brief;
And those long dead, or far away,
Have lived and smiled for me to-day!
