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ContemplativeRaymond Garfield Dandridge

Gone West

I often wonder, Oscar, How it fares with you ; Do you look down and smile on us, From that vast realm of blue ? Tell me, Brother, do you hear The belching cannon's roar? Does their death-dealing thunder break Your peace on yonder shore ? I seem to hear you answering, That toil and pain and woe And care and strife — ah! yes, and death Were left behind, below.
SadRaymond Garfield Dandridge

Red Rose

I plucked a rose, a red rose rare, I placed her on a throne Within my heart; and there I dare To worship her alone. An idol, thus, I paid to her My constant vigil, love, and care. Upon my knees, I prayed to her, My whole heart in my prayer. Alas ! my love, my care, my prayer, Failed! failed to keep my treasure fair. I saw (my heart filled with despair) Her drooping head ; Her beauty, grace and fragrance flown, Her every leaf and petal shorn, I gazed in silence — and alone — Upon my dead.

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