Tdenfackian


The lasl^ here endeih.    The song is sung,
And   may   it   bring  pleasure   to   the   hearts   of   those
Who turn these pages in after years
In search for a forgotten face
Or a shady scene,  where memories sweet
Often linger.
The  candle  now  will be  extinguished,
Which   canst  its  flickering  light
Along the pathway  of my pen.
Would  that  its  glow  had  been  shed
Upon a worthier execution
Which   might  find  a  place  among  cherished  things.

1916

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