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268 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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GEORGE ROBERTS |
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THE CALL |
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kROM the fireside of your heart
Where love blew the peats aglow I arise, I will depart; I must go. |
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Peace was dwelling in your eyes, But across my soft content,
Gleams like rays in midnight skies Quivered and went. |
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I arise though blind with tears To fare forth on the long way
When the beckoning gleam appears I must obey. |
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THE PRISONER OF LOVE
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TILL, although I know our ways Are divergent through all time, Following love will shed its rays On the path you choose to climb. |
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