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A PAIS OF GLOYEB. Two little gloves—an outgrown pair, Of tiniest make and measure j Fot yeas* they have lain m hiding there, With many another treasure. Bat only a few can understand, How memory with them lingers, And sees the shape of the bady hand, And feels the clinging fingers.
What if tbe tuna that is gone is dumb ? By these is the silence broken; Even the hole in the little thumb la a story softly spoken.
Calling and waking memories— Not dead, but simply sleeping, For life is before their owner's eyes Her hand in another's keepixg.
Little hands cling to her own to-day, And footsteps run to meet her t The simplest words that the little lips __ BayWas there ever a music sweeter t And these are her gloves, long since outgrown, Yet prised beyond all measure j Ah, most of us such little trifles own, That deep in our hearts we treasure.
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Alexandra Herald and Central Otago Gazette, Issue 415, 28 April 1904, Page 2
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157POETRY Alexandra Herald and Central Otago Gazette, Issue 415, 28 April 1904, Page 2
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