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ULTIMA THULE.
With the shadow on your face,
And the sunshine on your hair.
And the sunshine on your hair.
I shall hear the sweet low tone
Of a voice before unknown,
Saying, "This is from me to you—
From me, and to you alone."
Of a voice before unknown,
Saying, "This is from me to you—
From me, and to you alone."
And in words not idle and vain
I shall answer and thank you again
For the gift, and the grace of the gift,
O beautiful Helen of Maine!
I shall answer and thank you again
For the gift, and the grace of the gift,
O beautiful Helen of Maine!
And forever this gift will be
As a blessing from you to me,
As a drop of the dew of your youth
On the leaves of an aged tree.
As a blessing from you to me,
As a drop of the dew of your youth
On the leaves of an aged tree.
