<h2 id="c3">THE HAND THAT STRUCK THEE DOWN.</h2>
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<p class="t0">The hand that struck thee down</p>
<p class="t">Could not have known</p>
<p class="t0">That thou hadst songs unsung</p>
<p class="t">And flights unflown.</p>
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<div class="verse">
<p class="t0">But ours will be the loss—</p>
<p class="t">No more at morn</p>
<p class="t0">Will sound the reveillé</p>
<p class="t">From thy wee horn.</p>
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<div class="verse">
<p class="t0">Thy form will not be one</p>
<p class="t">That flits the air,</p>
<p class="t0">As one that trusts in God</p>
<p class="t">And knows no care.</p>
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<div class="verse">
<p class="t0">Then when the shadows creep,</p>
<p class="t">And light grows dim,</p>
<p class="t0">We’ll list, but never hear,</p>
<p class="t">Thy vesper-hymn.</p>
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<div class="verse">
<p class="t0">The hand that struck thee down</p>
<p class="t">Could not have known</p>
<p class="t0">That thou hadst songs unsung</p>
<p class="t">And flights unflown.</p>
<p class="lr">—J. D. LaBarre Van Schoonhoven.</p>
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