Poems by Jean Ingelow, In Two Volumes, Volume II.
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Chapter 67 No.67

'Peace; think, my Laura-I say he will go there, weep not so sore.

And the time is come, Ronald knows nothing, your father will go,

As the shadow fades from its place will he, and be seen no more.'

'There 'll be time to think to-morrow, and after, but to-day, no.

            
            

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