Poem by Robert Louis Stevenson

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ON now, although the year be done,
Now, although the love be dead,
Dead and gone;
Hear me, O loved and cherished one,
Give me still the hand that led,
Led me on. 

1. I Know Not How, But As I Count
2. Requiem
3. What Man May Learn, what Man May Do
4. To Miss Cornish
5. My Body which My Dungeon Is

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