Only A Spar From A Broken Ship Washed In By A Careless Wave; But It Brought Back The Smile Of A Vanished Lip, And His Past Peered Out Of The Grave. Only A Leaf That An Idle Breeze Tossed At Her Passing Feet; But She Seemed To Stand Under The Dear Old Trees, And Life Again Was Sweet. Only The Bar Of A Tender Strain They Sang In Days Gone By; But The Old Love Woke In Her Heart Again, The Love They Had Sworn Should Die. Only The Breath Of A Faint Perfume That Floated Up From A Rose; But The Bolts Slid Back From A Marble Tomb, And I Looked On A Dear Dead Face. Who Vaunts The Might Of A Human Will, When A Perfume Or A Sound Can Wake A Past That We Bade Lie Still, And Open A Long Closed Wound?