Mir Ist Leide

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Title:     Mir Ist Leide
Author: William Johnson Cory [More Titles by Cory]

Woe worth old Time the lord,
Pointing his senseless sword
Down on our festal board,
Where we would dine,
Chilling the kindly hall,
Bidding the dainties pall,
Making the garlands fall,
Souring the wine.

[The end]
William Johnson Cory's poem: Mir Ist Leide

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