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I WROUGHT and battled and wept, near and afar I scanned the secret of the bud and star. Hill-road and desert, and the hurrying street Know well the impress of my restless feet! Then some one came with soft, caressing glance, Slow, like a woman out of all romance. Love closed around me these warm, folded wings— That was the end of all my wanderings. Frank Wilmot  Just click on one of the thumbnails to go to a new page.
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