Robert Louis Stevenson
On Now, Although The Year Be Done
Poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
ON now, although the year be done,
Now, although the love be dead,
Dead and gone;
Hear me, O loved and cherished one,
Give me still the hand that led,
Led me on.
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