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868 They ask but our Delight— The Darlings of the Soil And grant us all their Countenance For a penurious smile.
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They ask but our Delight
868 They ask but our Delight— The Darlings of the Soil And grant us all their Countenance For a penurious smile.
Emily Dickinson
1830 - 1886/Female/American