_the first and cordial critic of many of these verses, it gives me great pleasure to dedicate this collection of them_. The night throbs on: but let me pray, dear Lord! Crush off his name a moment from my mouth. To thee my eyes would turn, but they go back, Back to my arm beside me where he lay-- So little, Lord, so little and so warm!…
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