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POEMS.
23
And so I always bear the cup
If, haply, mine may be the drop
Some pilgrim thirst to slake,—
If, haply, any say to me,
"Unto the little, unto me,"
When I at last awake.
And so I always bear the cup
If, haply, mine may be the drop
Some pilgrim thirst to slake,—
If, haply, any say to me,
"Unto the little, unto me,"
When I at last awake.
