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[Therefore I pray, and can but pray]

“Therefore I pray, and can but pray,
Lord, keep and bring them back when May
Shall come, with shining train,
Thick 'broiderèd with leaves of wheat,
And butterflies, and field-pinks sweet,
And yellow bees, and rain.
“Yea, bring them back across the seas
In clouds of golden witnesses—
The grand, the grave, the gay;

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And if thy holy will it be,
Keep me alive, once more to see
The glad and glorious day.”