TITLE

A PRAYER OF VERY OLD MEN

PUB. DATE
January 1911
SOURCE
Blossomy Bough;1911, p102
SOURCE TYPE
Book
DOC. TYPE
Poem
ABSTRACT
The poem "A Prayer of Very Old Men," by Shaemas O'Sheel is presented. First Line: Ah Time, too cruel, thy demon years; Last Line: Relent, relent, and let us weep!
ACCESSION #
67063268

 

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