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POEMS.
Yes, booked for a journey—our first infant breath,
Is signal and sign of life's compact with death;
The rose and the cypress are twined in one wreath.
Is signal and sign of life's compact with death;
The rose and the cypress are twined in one wreath.
So, trustingly, tranquilly, move we along,
With faith in our Leader, with Hope in our song,
Who sends us, recalls, and He doeth none wrong.
With faith in our Leader, with Hope in our song,
Who sends us, recalls, and He doeth none wrong.
