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"C'est toi qui dors dans I''ombre, o sacr'e Souvenir."
If we coula have remembrance now
And see, as in the days to come
We shall, what's venturous in these hours:
The swift, intangible romance of fields at home,
The gleams of sun, the showers,
Our workaday contentments, or our powers
To fare still forward through the uncharted haot
Of present days.
For, looking back when years shall flaw