...slight swerving of the heart, That words are powerless to express, And leave it still unsaid in part, Or say it in too great excess. The very tones in which he spake Had something strange, I could but mark ; The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling...

...slight swerving of the heart, That words are powerless to exprese, And leave it still unsaid in part, Or say it in too great excess. The very tones in which we spake (lad something strange, I could but mark ; The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling...

...never can be on£ again ; The first slight swerving of the heart, That words are powerless to express, The very tones in which we spake Had something strange,...make A mournful rustling in the dark. Oft died the words upon our lips, As suddenly, from out the fire Built of the wreck of stranded ships, The flames...

...slight swerving of the heart, Thai words are powerless to express, And leaves it still unsaid in part, Or say it in too great excess. The very tones in which, we spoke Had something strange, I could but mark; The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling...

...slight swerving of the heart, That words are powerless to express, And leave it still unsaid in part, Or say it in too great excess. The very tones in which we spake Had something strange, I could but mark ; Oft died the words upon our lips, As suddenly, from out the fire Built of the wreck of stranded ships,...

...interested in Philip's welfare, and as they conversed of him in their little parlour, at twilight, " The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark."* In about four months they received a letter, and knowing the superscription, oh! how joyfully they...

...part, Or say it in too great excess. The very tones iu which we spake Had something strange, I eould but mark ; The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark. Oft died the words upon our lips, As suddenly, from out the fire Uuilt of the wreck of stranded ships, The flames...

...slight swerving of the heart, That words are powerless to express, And leave it still unsaid in part, Or say it in too great excess. The very tones in which...make A mournful rustling in the dark. Oft died the words upon our lips, As suddenly, from out the fire Built of the wrecks of stranded ships, The flames...

...slight swerving of the heart, That words are powerless to express, And leave it still unsaid in part, Or say it in too great excess. The very tones in which...make A mournful rustling in the dark. Oft died the words upon our lips, As suddenly, from out the fire Built of the wreck of stranded ships, The flames...

...slight swerving of the heart, That words are powerless to express, And leave it still unsaid in part, Or say it in too great excess. The very tones in which...make A mournful rustling in the dark. Oft died the words upon our lips, As suddenly, from out the fire Built of the wrecks of stranded ships, The flames...