Chapter X
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I shall not see the dead: Thy living,
Dear face, the gentle and forgiving;
The kindly eyes compassionate;
The rare smile of thy lips—each token
I have of thee must be unbroken—
Death shall not leave them desolate?
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Joel Chandler Harris' life of Henry W. Grady including his writings and speechesChapter X
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