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HEY had so much to lose; their radiant laughter

Shook my old walls—how short a time ago!

I hold the echoes of their song hereafter

Among the precious things I used to know.

Their cup of life was full to overflowing.

All earth had laid its tribute at their feet.

What harvest might we hope from such a sowing?

What noonday from a dawning so complete?