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The Old, Old Story

From Ailenroc’s Book, by Cornelia Alexander

Twilight throws her dusty mantle
Over earth and over sea,
And the gentle dews are falling
On the flowers that dot the lea.

The bright stars are looking downward,
And the moon resplendent shines,
Making dewdrops sparkle brilliant
As the gems that fill the mines.

There is one who just has left her;
Long years she has loved him well,
But his words to-night have filled her
With a bliss she cannot tell.

Yes, he told the old, old story;
But to her ‘twas strange and new.
Now the world seems doubly glorious,
Sparkling through its veil of dew.

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