. Lyrics from a library . The varied Book of Life, How hurriedly we con!Through pages sown with grief and We reach the colophon. We would peruse it stillDespite its stress, but nay, It must be closed, saith the Great Will,And laid aside for aye! dsCSf. APR 24 1913

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