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in our words and deeds,-- Sweet as the perfume of a flower, Strong as the life that sleeps in seeds; But something certainly survives The passing of our fleeting lives. A look, a pressure of the hand, A sign of hope, a song of cheer, May journey over sea and land, Outliving many a sterile year, To find at last the destined hour When they shall leap to bud and flower. We write, we print, then--nevermore To be recalled--our thoughts take flight, Like white-winged birds that leave the shore, And scattering, lose themselves in light; For good or ill those words may be The arbiters of destiny. Perchance some fervid plea may find A heart to rise to its appeal; Some statement rouse a dormant mind, Or stir a spirit, quick to feel; Nay, through some note of gentler tone Even love may recognize its own. Fain would I deem not wholly dead The spoken words of former years, And every printed page, when read, A source of smiles, instead of tears; That friends, whom I shall never see, May, for a time, remember me. LEO I made a journey o'er the sea, I bade my faithful dog good-bye, I knew that he would grieve for me, But did not dream that he would die! And how could I explain That I would come again? At first he mourned, as dogs will mourn A life-long master they adore, Till in his mind the fear was born That he should never see me more. Ah! then, on every boat intent, He watched the crowd upon the pier, While every look and motion meant "Will _he_ not come? Is _he_ not here?" At last he merely raised his head, To see the steamers passing by, Then sank again upon his bed, And heaved a long-drawn, plaintive sigh; For how could one explain That I would come again? I hastened back by sea and land, Forced homeward by remorse and fear; But no glad barking swept the strand, Nor did he meet me on the pier! I climbed the steps with footsteps fleet, And then beheld him near the wall, Though tottering, still upon his feet, And creeping toward me down the hall. No wish had he to sulk or blame, Nor did he need to understand, But simply loved me just the same,-- In silence licking face and hand. In silence? What could this portend? Such muteness he had never shown; Was he so very near the end? Ah, Leo, had I only known! For his grand eyes, so large and bright, Though turned, through sound, my form to find, Were totally devoid of sight; He faced me in the darkness ... blind!
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