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Song of Marion's Men
The Arctic Lover
The Journey of Life
The Knight's Epitaph
The Hunter of the Prairies
The Strange Lady
"Earth's children cleave to earth".
WHEN to the common rest that crowns our days,
His silver temples in their last repose;
When, o'er the buds of youth, the death-wind blows, And blights the fairest; when our bitter tears Stream, as the eyes of those that love us close, We think on what they were, with many fears Lest goodness die with them, and leave the coming years.
And therefore, to our hearts, the days gone by,—