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Li Po. Iii. Sorrow
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"A Feast of Lanterns", by L. Cranmer-Byng
, [
1916
],
p. 52
"
Iii. Sorrow
\"
Dawn reddens in the wake of night; but the days
of our life return not.
Sweet-scented orchids blot out the path; but
they die in the drift of waters and their
flowers are blotted out.
The Yang-tse-Kiang splashes through shelving
maple-woods.
The eye contains a far horizon, but the wound of
spring lies deep in the heart.
O Poet! turn thee to the Capital--to the men
who shall make thee forget.
Surely, the Earth-sorrow for the passing of spring
from her quiet places is overwhelming.
blessed blessed mary sacrament virgin visit
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lives of the saints september 16
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