By A.J.C.

A soft and silvery strain

Of mingled joy and sorrow;

A journeying again

To lands of the To-morrow.

A wreath of fading flowers,

That reckless Time will cast

Among the vanished hours -

The gravestones of the Past.

One of the white-sailed ships

Upon a shoreless sea;

Oh, smile farewell with reverant lips,

It comes not back to thee.

Reference:

A.J.C. (1895, September). To-Day. The Ladies World, XVI(9), 3. Retrieved from VictorianTimes.us http://victoriantimes.us/year-1895/to-day. ^

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