When I have folded up this tent
And laid the soiled thing by,
I shall go forth ‘neath different stars,
Under an unknown sky.Frederic Lawrence Knowles (1869–1905) American poet
“The Last Word,” st. 1, Love Triumphant (1904)
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When I have folded up this tent
And laid the soiled thing by,
I shall go forth ‘neath different stars,
Under an unknown sky.Frederic Lawrence Knowles (1869–1905) American poet
“The Last Word,” st. 1, Love Triumphant (1904)
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