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James William Sowell 89 Dear Eyes of Grey Dear eyes of grey, I know not all you plead; Dear eyes, so full of meaning and of truth; Glad with affection’s sweet and tender smile And beauty’s tear which thrills with tremor sweet, You speak a language, trusting eyes of grey. Bright as a star that trembles ’neath the verge Of mimic storm clouds, closing o’er its light; Sad as the last lay of some pensive dove, Moaning its heart aches to the passing breeze, As bright, as sad, dear trusting eyes of grey. Ah, sad and sweet, as when in undertones Falls soul-felt music, tremulous and low; On dreamy ears when unto dreamy eyes Dear loved faces fading grow more faint As sad, as sweet, dear trusting eyes of grey. Dear as the first fond blush of early love, And fair as those that wrought when time was young A nation’s fall; frank in their deepness, frank As a Madonna’s raised to the sky, O love’s best gift, dear trusting eyes of grey. ...

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