Away! away! away! away!
Ye have not kept your secret well,
I will abide that other day,
Those other lands ye tell.
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Our life should feed the springs of fame With a perennial wave, As ocean feeds the babbling founts Which find it in their grave. feeding the springs of fame. a great poem. tony
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