| WHAT in my hand I hold?
An album? No. 'Tis jeweled memory Of friends I know. In heaven and through the earth, I know not where; Yet still they all alike In mem'ry glare. Fresh as the jeweled dome That spans above, They sparkle in my night, These friends I love. By mem'ry's eye I see Them once again; And live with them this life Over again. Only the pain of years I miss, that's past; Perhaps my solitude Is heaven at last. __James A. DeMoss |
Kansas Zephyrs
James A. DeMoss
(Thayer, Kansas: ___. 1892)
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