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WE ARE BUT two-the others sleep
Through death's untroubled night; We are but two—0, let us keep
The link that binds us bright.
Heart leaps to heart—the sacred flood
That warms us is the same; That good old man—his honest blood Alike we fondly claim.
We in one mother's arms were locked
Long be her love repaid; In the same cradle we were rocked,
Round the same hearth we played.
Our boyish sports were all the same,
Each little joy and wo ;-
Lit up so long ago.
WE ARE BUT TWO-be that the band
To hold us till we die;
Till side by side we lie.
BY JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL.
My friend, adown Life's valley, hand in hand,
TO MISS M
BY FRANCES SARGENT OSGOOD
I KNOW that thou art beautiful,
In dreams I see thy face,
Like light in frolic grace.
'Neath lashes long and dark, And on thy softly rounded cheek,
The maiden bloom I mark.
Hath touched with prophet power
A tonema word—a flower!
I could not choose to guess,
Of playful loveliness.