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THE WHISPERER
Still by meadow and stream
When I saunter and muse and dream,
A mocking whisper I hear—
“Old Age draweth a-near.”
When I saunter and muse and dream,
A mocking whisper I hear—
“Old Age draweth a-near.”
When fancy would be weaving
Gay hopes for my deceiving,
The Whisperer bids “Remember:
Rake not a dying ember.”
Gay hopes for my deceiving,
The Whisperer bids “Remember:
Rake not a dying ember.”
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