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No doubt to morrow I will hide My face from y

No doubt to morrow I will hide
My face from you my King.
Let me rejoice this Sunday noon
And kneel while gray priests sing.


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THE moon s a steaming chalice Of honey and

THE moon""s a steaming chalice
Of honey and venom wine.
A little of it sipped by night
Makes the long hours divine.
But oh my re......

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A Recitation for Martha Wakefield Three Years Old

A Recitation for Martha Wakefield Three Years Old


There was a little turtle.
He lived in a box.
He swam in a puddle.
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He could not forget that he was a Sidney

He could not forget that he was a Sidney.


Is this Sir Philip Sidney this loud clown
The darling of the glad and gaping town?
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