DEDICATION. As one who, walking in the twilight gloom, Hears round about him voices as it darkens, And, seeing not the forms from which they come, Pauses from time to time, and turns and hearkens, So walking here in twilight, O my friends! His words of friendship, comfort, and assist ance. If any thought of mine, or sung or told, Thanks for the sympathies that ye have shown! Thanks for each kindly word, each silent to ken, That teaches me, when seeming most alone, Friends are around us, though no word be spoken. Kind messages, that pass from land to land; Kind letters, that betray the heart's deep his tory, In which we feel the pressure of a hand, · One touch of fire, and all the rest is mystery! The pleasant books, that silently among Our household treasures take familiar places, |