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A WEED.
Some day you forget the weed,—
Man's thoughts are brief,—
And your coldness steals like frost
Through each pale leaf,
Man's thoughts are brief,—
And your coldness steals like frost
Through each pale leaf,
Till the weed shrinks back to die
On kinder sod:
Shall a life which found no sun
In death find God?
On kinder sod:
Shall a life which found no sun
In death find God?
