ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON
This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he long'd to be-, Home is the sailor, home -from sea y And the hunter home from the hill.
��FRANCIS WILLIAM BOURDILLON 863 The Night has a Thousand Eyes
E night has a thousand eyes, And -the day but one ; Yet the light of the bright world dies With the dying sun.
The mind hab a thousand eyes,
And the heart but one; Yet the light of a whole life dies
When love is done.
��DORA SIGERSON
864 Ireland
"TpWAS the dream of a God,
X And the mould of His hand, That you shook 'neath His stroke, That you trembled and broke
To this beautiful land.
Here He loosed from His hold
A brown tumult of wings, Till the wind on the sea Bore the strange melody
Of an ibland that sings.
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