A Memory
Though pent in stony streets, 'tis joy to know,'Tis joy, although we breathe a fainter air,The spirit of those places far and fairThat we have loved, abides;...
Though pent in stony streets, 'tis joy to know,'Tis joy, although we breathe a fainter air,The spirit of those places far and fairThat we have loved, abides;...
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