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Comrades

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

I and my Soul are alone to-day, All in the shining weather; We were sick of the world, and put it away, So we could rejoice together.
Our host, the Sun, in the blue, blue sky Is mixing a rare, sweet wine, In the burnished gold of this cup on high, For me, and this Soul of mine.
We find it a safe and royal drink, And a cure for every pain; It helps...