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Thomas Noel

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By the waters of Life we sat together,
Hand in hand, in the golden days
Of the beautiful early summer weather,
When skies were purple and breath was praise.
--
An old Man’s Idyll, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

 
Thomas Noel

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