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TO LONELINESS by IYDA REBECCA HIRSH

First Line: GREAT TRACTLESS PLAIN UPON WHICH MORTAL STRIVES
Last Line: TOO SOON IN MY LONG HOURS OF MEMORY STAND.
Subject(s): MEMORY;
Great tractless plain upon which mortal strives,
Not barren quite, nor overgrown with weeds,
Unwelcome destiny in most men's lives,
Yet rich its store of food for vital needs.

Great high plateau from which men run and hide,
Lest in its altitude they come to yearn
In vain, for their familiar mountainside
Where petty rounds of duty wait their turn.

Sweet precious gems of life's companionships
I hoard you with a miser's careful hand,
Lest each loved face and more beloved lips
Too soon in my long hours of memory stand.



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