The Gift
He has taken away the things that.l loved best: Love and youth and the harp that knew my hand. , Laughter alone is left of all the rest. Does he mean that I may fill my days with laughter. Or will it, too, slip through my fingers like spilt sand ?
Why should I beat my wings like a bird in. net. When I can be still and laugh at my own desire? Tho wise may shake their heads at me, but yet I should bo sad without my little laughter. The crackling of thorns is not so bad a fire.
Will he take away even the thorns from under the pot And send me cold and supperless to bed? ' ' He has been good to me. I know he will not. He gave me to keep a little foolish laughter*. I shall not lose it even when I am dead,. —Alinb Kilmer, in the Literary Digest.
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New Zealand Tablet, 8 September 1921, Page 37
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156The Gift New Zealand Tablet, 8 September 1921, Page 37
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