A Prayer to All the Dead among Mine Own People


Are these your presences, my clan from Heaven?
Are these your hands upon my wounded soul?
Mine own, mine own, blood of my blood be with me,
Fly by my path till you have made me whole!


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A Prayer to All the Dead among Mine Own People