Eventide (John McCrae Poems)
The day is past and the toilers cease; The land grows dim 'mid the shadows grey, And hearts are glad, ...
The day is past and the toilers cease; The land grows dim 'mid the shadows grey, And hearts are glad, ...
Ye have sung me your songs, ye have chanted your rimes (I scorn your beguiling, O sea!) Ye fondle me ...
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