Poem by Lesbia Harford

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If you have loved a brave story
Tell it but rarely;
And, with due faith in its glory,
Render it barely.
Then must the listener, hearing
Your tale of wonder,
Let his own hoping and fearing
Tear him asunder.

1. I can't feel the sunshine
2. You, whom the grave cannot bind
3. He had served eighty masters. They'd have said
4. I have golden shoes
5. O little year, cram full of duty

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