Wednesday, May 9, 2012

The Angel Of The Sombre Cowl Comments

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When sight and sound, by Pain's oppressive hand,
Were dimmed, and low the shaded night-light burned,
A Presence came beside my bed, and yearned
To clasp and bear me to another land.
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Alma Frances McCollum
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