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THE WEED-GROWN PATH 41

THE WEED-GROWN PATH

BETWEEN two hearts a pathway led, Oft trod in joyous days; And, many a time, they each one said So shall it be always!" The morning hours went singing by, And eve, with sunset's gold; While every joy or hope or sigh Each to the other told. So near, that snatches of a song Each from the other heard, And subtle thoughts the whole day long Passed swiftly without word. So smooth the pathway grew at last That one would swear the day Could never come when no more passed Such loving feet that way. A whisper of suspicion blew, One day, none knew from where ; And each one close the casement drew: A chill was in the air.

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