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Thames Star, Volume XII, Issue 3915, 16 July 1881, Page 1

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A FALSE STEP. If you should enter where we sisUrs sit < Beside the fire when twilight's shades arise, Ani judge us simply by your mor»»l eyes, You could not see we differed. Not one whit, Are my eyes sadder for the many tearsy ' ■ Is my cheeks worn by all the dreads and fears That I hare suffered, yet lam not fit •• ■ ' To sit here quiet, though they did forgire Ihe sin that made me dread lo hare to lire. You could not see it,»nd they new speakl Of that one deed that shattered all my lift/ Made me unfit to be a good man's wife. There's no trace left; I'm strong where I was weak, I laugh when I should cry, lest they should say I'm thinking of that long part dreadful day, White memory aye brings-sham* to sMh t*f '- cheeks. * t _ "7 They do forgire, but s*ill I always see A barrier standing twixt tbeirsoule and me. < -. '• -: .. /..n.',' .-, ,Ji Nothing, flan fire m« Jmtotme falsest ait (Although long qui#t «ll^.i#f Ipre «Mqpeiof Flow in so eren claiai thAc'ddM Oft cease)," i For none can take that •Uia-from out my f {. heart.. ■. . . - r Like some red,band across a pun white r««e r ■ ' That o'ear the whole a crimson radiance throw* , T6tf«bn« black day stands from my life apart; - it And,though they do forgire, I know that yet, Kor they, not. I, can quite in truth forget. —All the Year Bound.