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L'AMOUR PAR TERRE
You loved me so!" "Quite likely,—I forget."
"How sweet was hope, the sky how blue and fair!"
"The sky grew black, the hope became despair."
Thus walked they 'mid the frozen weeds, these dead,
And Night alone o'erheard the things they said.
"How sweet was hope, the sky how blue and fair!"
"The sky grew black, the hope became despair."
Thus walked they 'mid the frozen weeds, these dead,
And Night alone o'erheard the things they said.
Patient of all, unanxious of the goal,
Void of all envy, violence, or hate
It shall be duty done with cheerful sou
Void of all envy, violence, or hate
It shall be duty done with cheerful sou
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