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Alice Wellington Rollins
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(3)
Many Things Thou Hast Given Me, Dear Heart
But one thing thou hast taken: that high dream
The Death of Azron
He caught his chisel, hastened to his bench,
Vita Benefica
On softest pillows my dim eyes unclose;