The Pedler of Dust Sticks by Eliza Lee Cabot Follen
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Fly little spirit, fly away! Be free and joyful, thy short day! Image, thou dost seem to me, Of that which I may, one day, be, When I shall drop this robe of earth, And wake into a spirit's birth. |
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