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 | Selected poems by William J. Grayson |  |
Parched now by burning sands and sun,
Swept now by chilling winds of night,
The arm that gave his people strength,
The eye that gave his people light.
Swept now by chilling winds of night,
The arm that gave his people strength,
The eye that gave his people light.
| Selected poems by William J. Grayson | |