Is better far than memories.
And lest the ghostly perfume smell
Too sweet, and life be drowned in seas
Like this—I drink and say farewell.
EUGENE A. DAVIDSON.
Three Poems
Benediction
“I know not how he chose you from the crowd, came to your door, and grasp your hand to ask his way.”—Rabindranath Tagore.
You may not question why he chose you
From so many more—