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"OUT OF REACH?"


You think them "out of reach," your dead?
Nay, by my own dead, I deny
Your "out of reach."--Be comforted:
'Tis not so far to die.

O by their dear remembered smiles
And outheld hands and welcoming speech,
They wait for us, thousands of miles
This side of "out-of-reach."




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"A BRAVE REFRAIN"


When snow is here, and the trees look weird,
And the knuckled twigs are gloved with frost;