From The Birmingham Age-Herald, May 3, 1913. By Frank L. Stanton. Time that has left me lonely still may the shadows chase It has not dimmed the beauty of one immortal face A sweet face of Life’s springtime—a face the violets know God knew, high in His heaven, why I loved it so! When Evening comes, to tell me: “Life’s friends have left you lone! There is no voice to answer the tremblings of your own,” I see dear lips of crimson—cheeks where the dimples race And Memory is with me, and in dreams I see her face. Is not Life all dreaming? Where scythes and sabers gleam The heroes of Life’s battles are the captains of a Dream! And so, when Darkness gives us the blessing of God’s grace I’m holding hands with Memory and dreaming of her face.