"O’er all those wide extended plains / Shines one eternal day; "There God the Son forever reigns / And scatters night away."
Friday, November 11, 2011
November 11, 1918
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years contemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them.
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