A light broke in upon my brain, — It was the carol of a bird; It ceased, and then it came again, The sweetest song ear ever heard, And mine was thankful till my eyes Ran over with the glad surprise, And they that moment could not see I was the mate... The Living Age ... - Page 4111849Full view
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William D. Bain - 2005 - 128 pages
...days, a little hope my own to raise. For I was sunk in silence, lost in this last loss of all the most. I saw the dungeon walls and floor close slowly round...glimmer of the sun creeping as it before had done. For heaven forgive that thought, the while that made me both weep and smile, cheering from my dungeon's...