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ADELAIDE CRAPSEY
You whom Death wrungThat you might thus achieveCrystalline drops of beauty,Do not grieveThat from the sun-drenched purple placesThey gathered you so soon . . .
Envy us not who may,With withered faces,Watch the gray night suspend a haggard moon.
Emmy Veronica SandersPoetry, A Magazine of Verse


THE GREAT EVENT
The trivial, the small, Make up our lives;And yet there comes to all One great eventThat lifts the veriest thrall Pre-eminent,—Death, the imperative call That none survives!
Harper's MagazineClinton Scollard

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