CAN things unto me
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"All things unto me
Show their dark sides; somewhere there must


be light.
Oh! | feel like seed in the cold earih,.
Quickening at heart and pining for the air;
Passion is destiny. Thy heart is its own
Fate.


Her heart was all humanity
In spirit and in form ,n
Like fair. Her cheek had the pale pearly pink
OF seashells--the worlds sweetest tint-as


though y ta 4
She lived, one half might deem, on roses sop


ped
In silver dew; she spake as with the voice
Of spheral harmony which greets the soul,
When at the hour of death the saved one
His sister angels near, her eyes was as r..
The golden pane the setting sun doth just
Imblaze-which shows, I'LL heaven comes


down again,
All other light but grades of gloom; her dark
Long rolling locks were as stream the slave
Might search for gold, and searching, ind"