While mother is tending baby.
While o'er my life still hung the

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46 Worn voyagers, who watch for land 185
Would I were lying in a field of

Why, Bob, you dear old fellow
Willy and Charley, eight and ten.
Wind, and the sound of a sea.
With klingle, klangle, klingle .

205 You see it first near the dusty road 119

You came to us once, O brothers,
in wrath

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You laugh as you turn the yellow

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