THE BROTHER'S HAND.
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But something startled her brown window-bird,
Nested below in perfume. As it flew
She heard her own name spoken, and she heard,
Out in the wind, one ask: "Which of us two?
It is not well that both of us should stay.
Let her decide." In a bewildered way,
Not knowing what she did, she whispered, "Hugh."
Nested below in perfume. As it flew
She heard her own name spoken, and she heard,
Out in the wind, one ask: "Which of us two?
It is not well that both of us should stay.
Let her decide." In a bewildered way,
Not knowing what she did, she whispered, "Hugh."
They heard below, and Frederick seemed to laugh,
And said: "My boy, our paths again divide.
Your joy is great. If you could give me half,
Enough were left. Good-bye. The world is wide,
But all too narrow to hold you and me.
Good-bye———and shall we let the Future be%
Upon my faith you have a charming bride."
And said: "My boy, our paths again divide.
Your joy is great. If you could give me half,
Enough were left. Good-bye. The world is wide,
But all too narrow to hold you and me.
Good-bye———and shall we let the Future be%
Upon my faith you have a charming bride."
Next morning he was gone. And then, somehow,
Hugh chanced in his vexed dreamy way to throw
The yellow hair from his unquiet brow,
And started from a glass which seemed to show
That fearful scar, looking more deadly-white,
More like his brother's hand, too, since last night;
Then scarlet suddenly it seemed to grow.
Hugh chanced in his vexed dreamy way to throw
The yellow hair from his unquiet brow,
And started from a glass which seemed to show
That fearful scar, looking more deadly-white,
More like his brother's hand, too, since last night;
Then scarlet suddenly it seemed to grow.
