[Written for the Sentinel. ]

THE FALSE AND THE REAL

I Thought I loved — but when the sun was shiningI caught the shadows only, on the grass.Alone I mourned, for loved ones ever pining,And lo! Love's presence yet I let it pass.

The dainty flowers were scenting all the highway,All radiant in their sweetness where I stepped;I trod upon the thistle in the byway,Leaving the blood-stains where I walked and wept.

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