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My little horse must think it queer. To stop without a ... Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief,. So dawn goes down to day. Nothing ... And looked down one as far as I could ... Fog. CARL SANDBURG. The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on. Page 2 ...
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But, in an even bigger sense, we cannot dedicate this ground. The men we honor, living and dead, who have struggled, have consecrated it, far above low power to add or detract.
