| James and Mary Ford, eds. Every Day in the Year. 1902. | | | | November 4 | | Eugene Field | | By Marion F. Ham (18671956) |
| | (Died November 4, 1895) BUT yesterday he was, and lo! to-day | |
| Upon his lips there is not any breath | |
| To tell me how he fared along the way; | |
| And yet, methinks, beside his pulseless clay | |
| I kneel and listen till I hear him say, | 5 |
| Ill sing more sweetly for the sleep of death. | | | | |
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