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15553	nan	The Golden Treasury of American Songs and Lyrics			.txt	text/plain	37091	3768	96	"My Life is Like the Summer Rose" _R.H. Wilde_ 4 Thy gates shall yet give way, Thy bolts shall fall, inexorable Past! Then doth thy sweet and quiet eye "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee--by these angels He hath Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Another hand thy sword shall wield, Sure thou art come o'er far-off seas, Storms on thy straw-crowned head, and thou dost stand Let the night-winds touch thy brow Open the door of thy heart, And my kisses shall teach thy lips The day goes by like a shadow o'er the heart, Shall bristle like thy palm with spears, Thy benediction,--for my love thou know'st! Through long years keep it fresh on thy lips, O friend! But hadst thou hearing in thy heart	./cache/15553.txt	./txt/15553.txt