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Friend your white beard sweeps the ground

Written by: Stephen Crane | Biography
 | Quotes (8) |
 Friend, your white beard sweeps the ground.
Why do you stand, expectant? Do you hope to see it In one of your withered days? With your old eyes Do you hope to see The triumphal march of justice? Do not wait, friend! Take your white beard And your old eyes To more tender lands.



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