O,
for one glance on the pages of the past,
The
leaf that is turned and fast fading away;
O,
for a brief look tho’ it count as my last,
Into the sweet dream of that wonderful day.
O,
God! is it sinning to glance from one’s love
Of the present, a moment to her of the
past?
If
so I have sinned, O, Father above,
But ask through thy grace that it count as
my last.
March
12, ‘93
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