II.
=Clouded Death.=
“O God! to clasp those fingers close, And yet to feel so lonely: To see a light on dearest brows, That is the sunlight only! Be pitiful, O God!” E. B. BROWNING.
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
=Clouded Death.=
“O God! to clasp those fingers close, And yet to feel so lonely: To see a light on dearest brows, That is the sunlight only! Be pitiful, O God!” E. B. BROWNING.
[Illustration]
[Illustration]