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shines the last age, the next with hope is seen
lived by the river-side
gone before us
why then, must we see?
and breaketh bread no more
a mile behind
over the river, on the hill
glooms of the live-oaks
that strange companion came on shuffling feet
this is the song of youth
beside a stricken field

 



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