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I fain would send my thanks to you,
(Though who am I, to give you praise?)
Since what you are, and work you do,
Are lessons for our easier ways.
'Neath alien stars your camp-fires glow,
I know you not,—your tents are far.
My hope is but in song to show,
How honoured and how dear you are.
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