The Victim: A Dramatic Monologue for a Man (Classic Reprint)

Excerpt from The Victim: A Dramatic Monologue for a Man

Who never see but what is bright Pure, sweet and good and right. Thus passed we timein gleeful sport, Till sun-set rays would beckon, that Home we go, and tell to mother dear The happiness of children's love. Then tired, at the bedside kneeling To pray with mother at my hand, I'd speak in faith to God and angels. Quiet on my pillow lying, with Angels all about my bed, sweet Dreams would soon enwrap me. Thus passing as the sunny rays Flitted by my childhood days.

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