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Be Still, My Soul, Be Still; The Arms You Bear Are Brittle |
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Title: Be Still, My Soul, Be Still; The Arms You Bear Are Brittle Author: A. E. Housman [More Titles by Housman] Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle, Men loved unkindness then, but lightless in the quarry Now, and I muse for why and never find the reason, Ay, look: high heaven and earth ail from the prime foundation; [The end] GO TO TOP OF SCREEN |