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_THE CASCADE RAVINE_ From off the traveled road that lay Between wide fields of wheat and corn, An old gate, gray and weather worn, Led down a shady woodland way. BY SYLVESTER LAND FROM OFF THE TRAVELED ROAD THAT LAY BETWEEN WIDE FIELDS OF WHEAT AND CORN AN OLD GATE GRAY AND WEATHER WORN LED DOWN A SHADY WOODLAND WAY
s utmost power! _THE LAST SURVIVOR FROM THE LIFE-BOAT_ Beneath his pillow, hid away From careless sight, the nurses say, And safe from any stranger’s view, As miser might some treasure rare, So does he guard, with jealous care, A baby’s shoe. And evermore by day and night, With burning eyeballs fever-bright, This wan survivor of the sea Scans each blank, closing wall in turn, In dim endeavor to discern If sail there be. And then the weary sigh that slips Suspiring from those parching lips No heart may hear nor bleed therefor! As, with hot tears that fall like rain, He soothes a dying baby’s pain And o’er and o’er Croons snatches of soft lullabies To empty arms held cradle-wise. —O human heart-break, love and grief! God pity him in his distress, Ev’n as the sea was pitiless Beyond belief! God comfort, as with straining breath, Unheeding either life or death, Yet still with faint unwitting smile, His fingers fondly seek and fold The little sea-stained shoe, and hold And stroke the while.  THE CASCADE RAVINE BY EVELIN STEYNE READ FOR LEVERSEDA ORD
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