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James and Mary Ford, eds.  Every Day in the Year.  1902.
November 4
Eugene Field
By Marion F. Ham (1867–1956)
(Died November 4, 1895)

BUT yesterday he was, and lo! to-day
Upon his lips there is not any breath
To tell me how he fared along the way;
And yet, methinks, beside his pulseless clay
I kneel and listen till I hear him say,        5
“I’ll sing more sweetly for the sleep of death.”
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