It quavers and endures.
And it all is lonely, lonely,
And there ’s sorrow on every face,
But the heart of me needs must love it,
For the land is mine own place!
[p 67]
]TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY COPIES OF THIS BOOK PRINTED ON VAN GELDER HAND-MADE PAPER AND THE TYPE DISTRIBUTED IN THE MONTH OF MARCH MDCCCCXIV
Transcriber’s Note
The original book printed contractions (as opposed to elisions) with a spaced apostrophe: this has been retained.