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39032	Johnston, Annie F. (Annie Fellows)	Songs Ysame			.txt	text/plain	10484	1039	98	Nor sad heart-stories tell, who know no grief, _NOW I can sing of life, whose days are brief, As that which came in those old days How the old sights and sounds come thronging Tired heart, 'tis but in dreams I turn my feet, How cold, like a shadow across the heart, His place is lost, the old church passed away; Heart, dost thou hear not in those pauses fall That through the soft gloom shine like tear-bright eyes Thou art a prophet, like to those of old, IF I should look for the time o' day FOREVER, like a heart that knows no peace, Work of an idle time, the summer of life's long year; For as I stand and gaze, dreaming of those lost days, "WHEN she comes home," I thought with throbbing heart, And thought, oh, heart and oh, life of man Hide me away from the day's white face,	./cache/39032.txt	./txt/39032.txt