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The morniiig carne as strange andwhit And still as death doth come. Almost It was as though tho cai th had slept And woke to flnd herself a ghost. Close, oh, so close, to her changcd face The sky drew down! IIcw could she know Herself as she lay slirouded tliero In the white wonder of the snow? - Mary X. Bradford in Donohoe's Magazine.