And where the shadows fall.
And now I go; with faltering foot
I pass the threshold o’er.
And gaze, through tears, on that dear roof,
My shelter nevermore.”
[58]. Died in infancy.
[60]. In public speech.
[61]. By H. S. Washburn, Boston.
And where the shadows fall.
And now I go; with faltering foot
I pass the threshold o’er.
And gaze, through tears, on that dear roof,
My shelter nevermore.”
[58]. Died in infancy.
[60]. In public speech.
[61]. By H. S. Washburn, Boston.