Give us that grand word "woman" once again, and let's have done with "lady"; one's a term full of fine force, strong, beautiful, and firm, fit for the noblest use of tongue or pen; and one's a word for lackeys.
And so for me there is no sting of death, And so the grave has lost its victory. It is but crossingwith abated breath And white, set facea little strip of sea To find the loved ones waiting on the shore, More beautiful, more precious than before.
Come, cuddle your head on my shoulder, dear, Your head like the golden-rod, And we will go sailing away from here To the beautiful land of Nod.
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