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The Golden age.
December 30, 1909
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About The Golden age. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1906-1915 | View Entire Issue (Dec. 30, 1909)
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* n to my chamber, Such wondrous music
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ggdj And who will look upon it? Has never heard or dreamed of.
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n This can not be the monster Death, . - T . - T' - ■,.
\ And let my eyelids slip forever down It can not be!
Over eyes so tired of looking Death at which the human race has
A Out on a sin-cursed world. Since God told Adam and told Eve
pH 2 And open them on beauties Since they had sinned,
So vast—so wonderful That Death must come’ ;||
I That only John has had a glimpse thereof?
It can not be that
And it will still this
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Stammering tongue of mine
And lock it close behind my frozen Ijj;
Lips that so often faltered
And failed io say the
That would uplift. .
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ATLANTA. DECEMBER 30 1909.
IWO DOLLARS £9 YEAR.
FIVE CEJVTS A COPY.
