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I COUNT THE DAYS by CHARLES HANSON TOWNE

First Line: I COUNT THE DAYS, BELOVED; BUT NOT THOSE
Last Line: O LOVE, OUR WONDROUS PAST! I COUNT THE DAYS!
Subject(s): LOVE;
I COUNT the days, beloved; but not those
When you are absent, though my heart well knows
That they are bleak indeed. Rather I say
Unselfishly, as drifts each laggard day,
"Long, long ago, in Love's eternal Spring,
We sang together, and new hours can bring
No greater rapture." I am ever glad
Of those lost hours of beauty that we had;
And if within my heart I always hold
The memory of their shining threads of gold,
I fear not when you tread far-distant ways. . . .
O Love, our wondrous past! I count the days!



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