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Adown the vistas of the past I cast my memory's eye, And see bright scenes receding fast,— Some hopes in ruins lie; Yet still there shines a beacon light Whose ray on me descends, And shows in its effulgency A circle of true friends.
— from Our Profession and Other Poems by Jared Barhite
And, besides—why, Angelo, if you could meet the girl as I see her in real life, you'd admire her beyond anything!
— from The Guests Of Hercules by A. M. (Alice Muriel) Williamson
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