To A Lost Love

1 have so inany tokens, dear. Of thee around my room- They Uil my darksoine soul with cheer And chase away the gloom. Thy laughing photograph looks down Upon me from aboye, And here's a slray bit of thy gown I eaptured from thee, love. And here's a dainty bit of lace, A veil - 'twas Qeyer missed. Oh, would tlial it niifíht presa Ihy face Agaiii. and then be kissed! But, no! I'd most forsotten, sweet, That thls eau never be- Tliat as we were we cannot meet, For I alone am freo. So take them down'. Farewell, my love! To say that word is hard. Thy face smiles at me from above, But- here's thy wedding card!