“I want”'—it pleaded’—All its life’—
I want’—was chief it said
When Skill entreated it’—the last’—
And when so newly dead’—
 
I could not deem it late’—to hear
That single’—steadfast sigh’—
The lips had placed as with a “Please”
Toward Eternity’—

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