Chapter VI
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Yet while I weep States mourn together
And in the world ’tis rainy weather
And all that bright rain falls for him!
States mourn, and while their voices fame him
The fond lips of the lowly name him,
And little children’s eyes grow dim,
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Joel Chandler Harris' life of Henry W. Grady including his writings and speechesChapter VI
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