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A LETTER.
My arms will soon be round you, my lips will ease your pain,
And teach the smile to linger around your lips again."
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Swift came the wife and mother across the wave-tossed deep,
Alas for fond hearts' yearning! Alas for eyes that weep!
They found a swifter message of deeper peace had sped,
And the lips that burned to meet them were pale and cold and dead!