Part 17
Soft gusts of love and memory Beat at the heart reproachfully; The lights that burn for those who die Were flickering low, let them flare high-- It is the haunting Hallowe'en.
A. F. MURRAY _in Harper's Weekly, Oct. 30, 1909._
Soft gusts of love and memory Beat at the heart reproachfully; The lights that burn for those who die Were flickering low, let them flare high-- It is the haunting Hallowe'en.
A. F. MURRAY _in Harper's Weekly, Oct. 30, 1909._
