The last shred of earth’s holies from their mind.”
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“Sir,” answered Dymer, “I would be content
To drudge in earth, easing my heart’s disgrace,
Counting a year’s long service lightly spent
If once at the year’s end I saw her face
Somewhere, being then most weary, in some place
I looked not for that joy—or heard her near
Whispering, ‘Yet courage, friend,’ for one more year.”