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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.

By EdwinMarkham

1081 My Comrade

I NEVER build a song by night or day,

Of breaking ocean or of blowing whin,

But in some wondrous unexpected way,

Like light upon a road, my Love comes in.

And when I go at night upon the hill,

My heart is lifted on mysterious wings:

My Love is there to strengthen and to still,

For she can take away the dread of things.