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 ��WHEN THEY ILW'E IMADE AN END

When they have made an end Of their importunate crying over you

"God speed," and "God defend," And time is swift and there is nought to do But match with wilder hope our wild despair ;

When there is quiet, bend Your lips to mine, and in the darkness there

Wish me good courage, friend.

— Gerald H. Crow.

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