<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</SPAN></span></p>
<h3><SPAN name="XIII" id="XIII"></SPAN>XIII</h3>
<h3><i>Alpha and Omega</i></h3>
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<span class="i0">I died to-day, and yet upon my eyes<br/></span>
<span class="i2">A glamour of the gorgeous summer green<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Still wavers, and my brain has kept a keen,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Sweet bird-song. Glad with light, the summer skies<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Are sapphire, and a purple shadow lies<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Across the hills—no change is on the scene<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Since happy yesterday. Ah! can it mean<br/></span>
<span class="i0">The body lives when stricken spirit dies?<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">The blow has fallen, yet I can recall<br/></span>
<span class="i2">The first of days when this dead heart drew breath—<br/></span>
<span class="i0">A wondrous moon-flower waking of a heart.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Strange—then as now the moment seemed to part<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Body from soul, so like are birth and death;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">So did I gain, and so I lost my all.<br/></span></div>
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