Excerpt from The Literary World, Vol. 33: A Monthly Review of Current Literature; January-December, 1902
In my Iliad’s classic page I see tonight, Pencil marks, and clouds of kisses in a row, Where my little darling daughter used to write Loving letters to her father, long ago.
Looking backward through the darkness I can see, Down the sad and dreary vista of the years, Bending o’er my desk that face, so dear to me, Smiling luminously through the mist of tears.
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