CRUMP FOLK GOING HOME THE LONELY PLOUGH THE OLD ROAD FROM SPAIN BEAUTIFUL END THE SPLENDID FAIRING “I was on my way to the temple with my evening offerings, Seeking for the heaven of rest after the day’s dusty toil; Hoping my hurts would be healed and stains in my garment washed white, When I found thy trumpet lying in the dust.…
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