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THE LAST MEETING.

Come, lay tire dead love crat, And close bis vacant eyes. That once shone -with the light And hope of Paradke. Unbend the, rounded limbs— So perfect still in death; Lay by the harmless bow And poison-arrow sheath, Fcid back Hi© broken wings, That now shall mount no morth Though ones beyond the stars The godlike child they bore. Yes, take my hand again Though we b© parted wide, And for a moment's spaca Go softly by my side. While one© more, as of old, A common pain we brave, And bear our dearest dead Together to the grave.

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Evening Star, Issue 11683, 15 February 1902, Page 2

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THE LAST MEETING. Evening Star, Issue 11683, 15 February 1902, Page 2

THE LAST MEETING. Evening Star, Issue 11683, 15 February 1902, Page 2