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LATE VISIT by HORTENSE KING FLEXNER

First Line: THE WORDS WERE LOST AND THEN THE VOICES FAILED
Last Line: AND GRATEFUL DRAW THE SOD ABOUT THE SHOULDER.
Subject(s): DEATH; GHOSTS; SPIRITUAL LIFE; SUPERNATURAL; DEAD, THE;
The words were lost and then the voices failed,
The footsteps dwindled to the pattering tread
Of a merry little horse, and silence staled
The walls again. I lay upon my bed

Knowing that so the sounds of life withdrew
From those who die; so left alone and colder
They reach as I, for the blanket's faded blue,
And grateful draw the sod about the shoulder.



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