Swan Song Ii
E
Emmanuel George Cefai
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where streams glide
and where the sea-tide
washes vast beaches
of quiet solitude
go I:
prepared! my love my Soul
where my earthly disease
be healed; and light
come strong to dim eyes;
and quiet and serenity
to expectant frame at last,
at last, go I! At last!
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