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9559	Cone, Helen Gray	The Ride to the Lady, and Other Poems			.txt	text/plain	9661	846	98	Filled with the great calm joy of life and death and birth? Rapt by the face of heaven, and hold on earth's warm breast. Hushed lips, a beating heart, yea, Silence, that were best. Like a heart losing hold, this wave must go,-Bright words like tears above her, dead, Saw the faces of friends, in the morn riding jocund to fight; Yea, the heavens and the earth shall pass; but they never Yet to look upon them is to know that God hath shined: And I heard my heart: I must look on the face of a man, or die! (By the light in my shaking hand) to the like of the masks of stone; And like shades of glad hours dead Colored like the soft dead leaf, Now on thy left hand labors gray-faced Pain, "Backward," he said, "dear heart I like to look Warm hands, and faces fashioned like to mine.	./cache/9559.txt	./txt/9559.txt