wrung my heart, 0 it wrung my heart,To see them one by one depart,And it cost me full many a tear of woe,For my hopes then hung on the things below ;But the visions of earthly joy grow dimWith the whitening hair and the failing limb. I am old and gray, I am old and gray, But Ive strength enough… … Dress of white grenadine, with bouquets of gay flowers thrown over it. A fluted flounce of sea-green silk is on the edge of the skirt. The tablier and corsage trimmings are also of green silk. Whitestraw hat, trimmed with a black lace scarf and a bunch of wild flowers. 16
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