A Folded Leaf

A fblded page, old, tain I and blurred, I (band wilhin your bonk lat ms'lit, I rtid no( read the dim, dark word I raiv in Ihe slow-v, iiiing liglit; So pnt it back and lort it the re. As If in truth i did not care, Ali! wo have all a foldod lonf, Tliat in Tlme'a book longags We leave; a tal relief Falls on us when we hide it so, Wc folii it down, then turn away And wh may read tliat pago to day? Kot you, my child ; nor yon, my wiSo, Who eit bcside my study chair; For all have sometlnng in their lifo Thai thoy, avul tlioy alone, can bear- A trKing lie, a doadly sin, A Bomcthing bought tliey did net win. My foldcd leaf! how bine evos gleam And lilot the dark-brown eyns I sool And golden cnrls at evoninír beam Abovo the black look at my knee, Ah me! tliat ieaf if folded down, And ayo for me the locks are browa. And yet I love them who sit b'y, My besl and doarest- dearest vmo. T'.i.-y imv nol knniv i'or wiiat I siprh, Wbat tnings the shadow on my bruw. Ghostaat the best; so lot thetn Bé, Nor come betwoen my lii'e and mei Thoy oniy riso at twüicrht lionr; So light the lamp and close the blind. Small perfuma linsors in the flowor That slecps tliat folded page bcbind, go lot it ever foldod lio; 'Twill be un folded whon I diel