pubOne.info thank you for your continued support and wish to present you this new edition. THE ORPHAN'S TRIAL. We met ere yet the world had come To wither up the springs of youth, Amid the holy joys of home, And in the first warm blush of youth. We parted as they never part, Whose tears are doomed to be forgot; Oh, by what agony of heart Forget me not! – forget me not! – Anonymous.
