By: Ardis E. Parshall - June 28, 2016 Finis By Ezra J. Poulsen When we have reached the end of the last long mile,And the grim, black shadows of the night creep down,Will the sunset hover o’er our staunch glad smile,Or must darkness spread her wings to hide our frown? Will all we ever hoped to be abide the crucial hourWhen wistfully we view the closing day,Our pomp, our pelf, our little meed of vaunting power,Will these cherished monum...
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