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Frederick
George Scott
COLLECTED
POEMS
Old
Letters
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The house was silent, and the light
Was fading from the western
glow;
I read, till tears had dimmed my sight,
Some letters written long
ago.
The voices that have passed away,
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The faces that have turned
to mould,
Were round me in the room to-day,
And laughed and chatted
as of old.
The
thoughts that youth was wont to think,
The hopes now dead for
evermore, |
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Came
from the lines of faded ink,
As sweet and earnest as
of yore.
I laid
the letters by and dreamed
The dear, dead past to
life again;
The present and its purpose seemed |
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A fading vision full of
pain.
Then,
with a sudden shout of glee,
The children burst into
the room,
Their little faces were to me
As sunrise in the cloud
of gloom. |
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The world was full of meaning still,
For love will live though
loved ones die;
I turned upon life’s darkened hill
And gloried in the morning
sky. [Page 29]
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