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The Collected Works of William Morris

With Introductions by his Daughter May Morris

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“Mayst thou do well among these outland men.
Perchance my face thou never more shalt see,
Perchance but little more remains to thee
Of thy loved life—thou wert not one to cry
Curses on all because life passeth by.
If woe befalls thee there, think none the less
That I erewhile have wrought thee happiness;
Farewell! and ask thou not to see me first:
Life worsens here, and ere it reach the worst,

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Unto the Jove that may be would I speak
To help my people, wandering blind and weak.”