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The sun was slowly setting In the far-off, glowing West.
And though we talked in whispers
He opened wide his eyes:
" A dream, a dream," he murmured,
" Alas, a dream of lies."
She drifted like a shadow
To where the old man lay.
11 You had a dream, dear Uncle,
Another dream to-day?"
11 Oh yes, I saw an angel
As pure as mountain snow,
And near her at my bedside
Stood California Joe."
11 I'm sure I'm not an angel,
Dear Uncle, that you know;
These hands that hold your hand, too,
My face is not like snow.
" Now listen while I tell you, For I have news to cheer; Hazel Eye is happy, For Joe is truly here." It was but a few days after The old man said to me, 11 Joe, boy, she is an angel, And good as angels be. |
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