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FOOT-PRINTS
There are days of our lives that lie on the past
Like the prints of bleeding feet:
But the heart's wayfaring records last,
Though Hope and Joy may meet.
Never effaced by the summer rain,
Those marks must aye remain.
Like the prints of bleeding feet:
But the heart's wayfaring records last,
Though Hope and Joy may meet.
Never effaced by the summer rain,
Those marks must aye remain.
Look not back, thou Unhappy One!
For the blood will blind thine eyes;
Look not down on thy feet; begone
From the track of agonies.
Leave to the past the things of the past:
For, alas! those marks must last.
For the blood will blind thine eyes;
Look not down on thy feet; begone
From the track of agonies.
Leave to the past the things of the past:
For, alas! those marks must last.
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