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Dead years have yet the fire of life In Memory’s holy urn; Her altars, heaped with frankincense Of bygone summers, burn; And, when in everlasting night We see yon sun decline, Deep in the soul his purple flames Eternally will shine.
Dead years have yet the fire of life In Memory’s holy urn; Her altars, heaped with frankincense Of bygone summers, burn; And, when in everlasting night We see yon sun decline, Deep in the soul his purple flames Eternally will shine.
In print by 1921 AD · modern
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- Albert Joseph Edmunds (identity unresolved)
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- In print by 1921 AD · modern
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- My Commonplace Book (third English edition,1921) (1921 AD)
Page 170 · printed citation: Albert Joseph Edmunds (b. 1857) (The Living Past). · compiler notes excluded
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