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PREFACE

The candlelight sweeps softly through the room,

Filling dim surfaces with golden laughter,

Touching with mystery each high hung rafter,

Cutting a path of promise through the gloom.

Slim little elves dance gently on each taper,

Wistful, small ghosts steal out of shrouded

corners—

And, like a line of vague enchanted mourners,

Great shadows sway like wind-blown sheets of paper.

Gently as fingers drawn across your hair,

I see the yellow flicker of it creep—

And in a silence that is kin to sleep,

I feel a world away from pain and care.

Roads stretch like arms across the world outside,

Roads reach to strife, to happiness, to fame—

Here, in the candlelight, I speak your name,

Here we are at life's cross way, side by side!

OH, THERE ARE BROOKS THERE, AND FIELDS THERE AND NOOKS

THERE—

NOOKS WHERE A SEEKER MAY FIND FOREST FLOWERS;

BLUE IS THE SKY THERE, AND SOFT WINDS CREEP BY THERE,

SINGING A SONG THROUGH THE LONG SUMMER HOURS.