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Yearning For The End

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Parent Issue
Day
12
Month
March
Year
1886
Copyright
Public Domain
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líreathe soft and low, O whisperingwind, Above tlie tungled groases deop, Wliere thoso who loved nae long aijo Forgot the world and feil aslucp. No towering Bhaft or Bpulptured urn, Or mausoleum 'g empty pride, Tclls to tli ourioua paiisor by ■f heir virtues, or tlio time üiey died. I count the oíd, familiar ñames, O'oigrown with raoss and lidien gray, Whcro tangled briurs and creeping vino Across tiie criimbling tableta stray. Tito Summer'a sky is softly bine; The birda Btill Bing the aweet, od straio; But Bumetliing frotn tïic Summer timo Is gone that wil] not come ajain. fi iny voten have heen hnsliod, 80 :::;ir.y BO IgS li:l B CCOBed lor ayC, So man; hands I need to touch Are folded over liciirt of clay. The noisy world recedea from n I chafe tt hear itfl praise or biame; The mosay marbles ocho back No IkiIIow sound of empty tame. I only know that, calm umi Btill, They sleep beyond HE.-"s vvoe and wail, Bejotu! the Ueel oiSAÜing clonds, Beyond iiu' Bhadow of the vola. I only leel that, lired and wom, I halt npon the hlghway bare, And ;i:e with yearning cyes beyond ün iii-itis that shinc anproincly fair.

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Old News
Ann Arbor Democrat