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''And when our baby stirs and struggles to be born
It compels humility: what we began
Is now its own.''
Under cool trees the City tombsextend, and nearer liestones above Blake's and Bunyan's bonesto Vivian's working days than I.Since he is gentle, wild and goodas you were, peaceable Shades,there may he go within your careas in my heart his love resides.