A little hour of sunshine,
A little while of joy,
We winnow in our harvesting
From all the world’s alloy.
None, none, are so benighted,
Who journey up life’s hill,
But have some treasured memory,
Which lives all vibrant still.
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Souvenir
by Georgia Douglas Johnson
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