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We Mortals

WE MORTALS.

We that hardly meet before we sunder,—
Born alike of clay, alike of wonder,—
On life's headland where the tempests rave,
Shall we loveless bide till fate shall summon?
Solitude awaits us all in common.
And the same sad sigh of grass on grave.

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