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Though
sands be black and bitter black the
sea, Night lie before me and behind
me night, And God within far Heaven
refuse to light The consolation of the
dawn for me,-- Between the shadowy burns
of Heaven and Hell, It is enough love
leaves my soul to dwell With memory
Author:
Madison Julius Cawein
Poetry
Ode
to the Lairds ofArgyle
For
My Mom Who I Love So Much
Blue
A
Little Boys Prayer
Above
the Grounds of a Broken Heart
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