Read Ebook: A Prelude by Sherman Francis

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"The way of all blown dust? Shall Beauty cease Upon my face because thy face grows gray? Behold, thine hours, even now, fade and decrease,

Now therefore am I joyful who have heard Earth's message plain to-day, and so I cry Aloud to you, O Comrades, her last word,

That ye may be as wise and glad as I, And the long grasses, and the broad green leaves That beat against the far, unclouded sky:

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