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180 POEMS.
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T WONDER if the sepulchre Is not a lonesome way, When men and boys, and larks and June Go down the fields to hay !
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180 POEMS.
��XLII.
T WONDER if the sepulchre Is not a lonesome way, When men and boys, and larks and June Go down the fields to hay !
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