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Over My Head His Arm He Flung, Against The World.

But Facts Are Facts And Flinch Not.

The Peerless Cup Afloat Of The Lake-lily Is An Urn Some Nymph Swims Bearing High Above Her Head.

I Have Lived, And Seen God's Hand Thro A Life Time, And All Was For The Best.

I Give The Fight Up: Let There Be An End, A Privacy, An Obscure Nook For Me. I Want To Be Forgotten Even By God.