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...for A Girl With Eyes Like Hers Has A Will And Is Not Ruled By Anyone But A Lover.

Oft In The Silence Of The Night, When The Lonely Moon Rides High, When Wintry Winds Are Whistling, And We Hear The Owl's Shrill Cry, In The Quiet, Dusky Chamber, By The Flickering Firelight, Rising Up Between Two Sleepers, Comes A Spirit All In White.

The Clocks Were Striking Midnight And The Rooms Were Very Still As A Figure Glided Quietly From Bed To Bed, Smoothing A Coverlid Here, Settling A Pillow There, And Pausing To Look Long And Tenderly At Each Unconscious Face, To Kiss Each With Lips That Mutely Blessed, And To Pray The Fervent Prayers Which Only Mothers Utter.

But Many Of The Bravest Never Are Known, And Get No Praise. That Does Not Lessen Their Beauty.

It’s Amazing How Lovely Common Things Become, If One Only Knows How To Look At Them.