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 ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON

This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he long'd to be-, Home is the sailor, home -from sea y And the hunter home from the hill.

��FRANCIS WILLIAM BOURDILLON 863 The Night has a Thousand Eyes

E night has a thousand eyes, And -the day but one ; Yet the light of the bright world dies With the dying sun.

The mind hab a thousand eyes,

And the heart but one; Yet the light of a whole life dies

When love is done.

��DORA SIGERSON

864 Ireland

"TpWAS the dream of a God,

X And the mould of His hand, That you shook 'neath His stroke, That you trembled and broke

To this beautiful land.

Here He loosed from His hold

A brown tumult of wings, Till the wind on the sea Bore the strange melody

Of an ibland that sings.

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