Page:Arthur Stringer-The Loom of Destiny.djvu/211

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NOT IN UTTER NAKEDNESS

Ages ago it seems to us,
O April, ere our birth,—
Ages ago it must have been,
Upon some other earth
We knew Thee, when without regret
Those happier hills we trod
When by a star or two thy feet
And ours walked nearer God.