Thursday, January 1, 2004

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Life ever seems as from its present site
It aimed to lure us. Mountains of the past
It melts, with all their crags and caverns vast,
Into a purple cloud! Across the night
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Henry Timrod
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Henry Timrod

Henry Timrod

Charleston, South Carolina
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