Chapter XX
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Ah, that last bottle of old Gascon wine
We drank together! I remember too
How carefully he placed it where the shine
Of the warm sun might pierce it through and through--
Wise in all gentle, hospitable arts--
And there was sunshine in it when we drew
The cork and drank, and sunshine in our hearts.
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Seaward: An Elegy on the Death of Thomas William ParsonsChapter XX
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