Lucile By Owen Meredith [i.e. E. R. B. Lytton] |
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Sweetly thoughSmiled the stars like new hopes out of heaven, and sweetly
Their hearts beat thanksgiving for all things, completely
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Over which they were pausing. To-morrow, resistance
And struggle; to-night, Love his hallow'd device
Hung forth, and proclaim'd his serene armistice.
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