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SadElizabeth von Schonberg

Saddest Song

Of all the songs on record In any tongue or clime, The saddest in this world to me Is well-loved "Auld lang syne." The grand old simple music Is somehow set apart From other songs—so bravely It speaks to every heart. I often stand in circles Clasped hands so gayly swing "Should auld acquaintance be forgot?" The happy crowds still sing. But now too many faces Are missing from the scene, I only hear the music As one lost in a dream.
DreamyElizabeth von Schonberg

Remembrance

Do you remember When a little child And wakened from some troubled dream In stillest, darkest hour of the night Startled and afraid, Your childish hand reached out Touched some familiar thing— Perhaps one that had shared Your hours of play; And with a sigh of deep content, Your sleep flushed cheek Was laid again upon the warm pillow The memory of those play-time hours Mayhap the tho't of sunny days to come Made sweet your sleep Altho the night
DreamyElizabeth von Schonberg

Minx

Why did you in a dream return last night When you had safely gone so long ago? I was surprised to see you standing there To find that you could still disturb me so!
SadElizabeth von Schonberg

Mother

My gracious, gentle mother I wonder if she knew How much was taken from us When she departed, too? When bitter disappointments Would come all thru the years She had the gift of laughter That banished all our tears. "What does it matter, child?" she'd say, "The best is yet to come." Her voice, all lilting cadences, Her face a saintly poem . . . One marveled that a heart so gay Could also be so wise— And violets of Kerry Were blooming in her eyes.

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