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Friday, October 04, 2019

Dorothy Emily Grace

"Dolly"

Sixty-two years since my mother died

Time passes

Memories fade

but Love is sustained forever

At Home In New Zealand said...: What a beautiful lady your mother was. I imagine her personality as being just as lovely. Take care, Margaret.; 2:07 PM

O, gather me the rose, the rose,

While yet in flower we find it,

For summer smiles, but summer goes,

And winter waits behind it!

For with the dream foregone, foregone,

The deed forborne for ever,

The worm, regret, will canker on,

And time will turn him never.

So well it were to love, my love,

And cheat of any laughter

The death beneath us and above,

The dark before and after.

The myrtle and the rose, the rose,

The sunshine and the swallow,

The dream that comes, the wish that goes,

The memories that follow!

William Henley