R. Samuel Carlyle

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R. Samuel Carlyle Poems

• The Child
  A mystic word to get through. Yet we boast.
  Don't we stoop when it pricks? Powerful the word
  to make restless, yet there it's unconcerned.
  To me? why? She as a bait, continues ...

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