Image 6 of The eagle (Silver City, N.M.), January 15, 1896
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6 THE EAGLE WEDNESDAY JANUARY 15 1896 Beautiful Handi 1 By James Whiteomb Riley As I remember the first air touch Of those beautiful hands that I love bo much I seem to thrill as I then was thrilled Kissing the gloves that I found un filled When I met your gaze and the queenly bow As you said to me laughingly Keeep it now 1 And dazed and alone in a dream I stand Kissing the ghost of your beautiful hand When first I loved in the long ago And held your hand as I told you so Pressed and caressed it and gave it a kiss And said I could die for a hand like this Little I dreamed loves fullness yet Had to ripen when eyes were wet And prayers were vain in their wild demands For one warm touch of your beautiful hands Beautiful hands O beautiful hands Could you reach out of the alien lands Where you are lingering and give me tonight Only a touch were it ever so like My heart were soothed and my weary brain Would lull itself into rest again For there is no solace the world com mands Like