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33.
No labor-saving machine,
Nor discovery have I made,
Nor will I be able to leave behind me any wealthy
bequest to found a hospital or library,
Nor reminiscence of any deed of courage, for America,
Nor literary success, nor intellect—nor book for the
book-shelf;
Only these carols, vibrating through the air, I leave,
For comrades and lovers.
Nor discovery have I made,
Nor will I be able to leave behind me any wealthy
bequest to found a hospital or library,
Nor reminiscence of any deed of courage, for America,
Nor literary success, nor intellect—nor book for the
book-shelf;
Only these carols, vibrating through the air, I leave,
For comrades and lovers.
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