Separation
And so we go our way ! The world 1h wide, And here wlth uutward swerve our piiths divlde; We go our way. And for to-morrow ? There are faces new, New bands to clasp, new watting dceds to do, All for to-morrow. And wuat romuiiis ? Mfthlnks when face to face Two soule havo met, though for an Instant' space, Life must take on a tinge of added grace; Alul iov THmHlim.
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H. P. Kimball
Poetry
Ann Arbor Courier
Old News