Here is a lock of his soft, dark hair,
And here are the letters he wrote to me.
And the ring of gold that I used to wear
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Send forth a cry in the dear Lord's name. Oh! stand not aloof while a precious one Speeds down to a grave of shame. a very fine poem dear poetess. tony
Reach out a hand ere the deed is done. Send forth a cry in the dear Lord's name. Oh! stand not aloof while a precious one Speeds down to a grave of shame. a very fine poem of Wilcox. tony