A Memory
by Minnie K. Breid

Somehow I feel that Thou art near,
Though there is naught around;
Somehow I hear Thy soft sweet voice,
Though there is not a sound;
Somehow I feel Thine eyes resting on mine,
Though looking, nought do I see;
Somehow I feel the touch of Thy hand:
Ah! 'Tis but a memory!


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