12020-12-11T07:27:33-08:00Hannah Provost54ba6b527e455c074cc54e87d3c6d9f4cc520bc8384281plain2020-12-11T07:27:33-08:00Hannah Provost54ba6b527e455c074cc54e87d3c6d9f4cc520bc8When Death has shut the blue skies out from me, Sweet Daffodil, And years roll on without my memory, Thou'lt reach thy tender fingers down to mine of clay, A true friend still, Although I'll never know thee till the Judgment Day.