X: Memorial Day
About a day of solemn mem'ries seen
a humble party met to bide a fire,
from thence my way turned quiet and serene
and back into my habits I retired.
"But stop," said something in my heart to me,
"behold the lack and drab about thy ways,
is not the day of grief now past for thee?
cannot thy life recapture heaven's rays?"
For habits many yearlong had been dark,
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