Lyric

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Title:     Lyric
Author: Howard V. Sutherland [More Titles by Sutherland]

Tell me, tell me, gentle stars,
Ever watchful, ever bright,
From your stations in the sky
Do you see my love to-night?

White the snow beneath my feet,
Whiter far her holy breast;
Peaceful are the mighty woods,
But her eyes are soft with rest.

Sweet the scent of spruce and pine,
Sweeter, though, her fragrant breath;
Tell her, tell her, gentle stars,
I am hers alone till death.

[The end]
Howard V. Sutherland's poem: Lyric

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