Cor Unum, via Una
SAY this, beloved, of me,
When from my dead heart Southern roses spring
The whole year round where bee and mock-bird sing
Their low sweet jubilee —
Say this: Through life's strange day
Of joy and sorrow, studying to be true,
With bleeding feet stern duty to pursue,
She kept one heart, one way .
When from my dead heart Southern roses spring
The whole year round where bee and mock-bird sing
Their low sweet jubilee —
Say this: Through life's strange day
Of joy and sorrow, studying to be true,
With bleeding feet stern duty to pursue,
She kept one heart, one way .
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