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11091	Stoddard, John L. (John Lawson)	Poems			.txt	text/plain	43578	4329	95	Still wears thy face its primal look sublime, Time's awful secrets lie within thy breast; Their giant summits guard thee night and day, So shalt thou add thy tiny form Grew lovely from thy mirrored face? Hath left its plague-spots on thy hands; Hast thou, like all the rest, thy trust betrayed, There would I dream of days when life was sweet Shall run to reach thee on thy path, Forever, flint-like, set thy face Be thou the captain of thy soul! Thy filial hand hath made this strand I love thee, and upon thy breast Thy heart can feel, thine eyes can see; I love thy mountain-peaks sublime, Sweet Faun, whence comes thy power of retaining But, as thou art, I love thee now, "Dear child, thy love for me hath cost thee much; God bless thee, Rachel, that thy noble soul Of love and hope is kindled in thy face;	./cache/11091.txt	./txt/11091.txt