Dost thou remember, dearest heart,
Before our lives were torn apart
How oft we met beneath the pines
Through which the silver moonlight shines?
Dost thou remember, fairest one,
Our midnight joy rides and fun?
When oft we took paths obscure
And found delight in each detour?
Does memory fail you, oh, my love,
How from New River's heights above
We lingered long midst leaf and fern,
While friends awaited our return?
Will time erase the tragic scene
When love and passion swayed my Queen?
Where lash-horns met across the trail.
When storms had passed and fogs dispelled,
Some wondrous scenes our eyes beheld;
Again we view the flock with pride,
Each lamb is safe at mother's side.
But time has turned another page
And storms still in your bosom rage;
One question I would ask tonight:
Will love or passion win the fight?
-Walter C. Harris
Long Branch West Virginia
1876-1936
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Thursday, March 3, 2022
Dost Thou Remember
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