I cannot doubt that they are pleased to see[22]

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Their planted elms grown dearer year by year:

Their living witness unto such as we ...

And they are less regretful when they hear

Some name we speak, some tale we tell again,

Of days when they were warm and living men.

V

ACKNOWLEDGMENT

These morning streets, the lawns of windy grass,

And spires that wear the sunlight like a crown,

The square where busy, happy people pass:

The living soul that lights the little Town,—

These have been shining beauty for my mind,

And joy, and friendship, and a tale to tell,

And these have been a presence that is kind,

A quiet music and a healing well.

Men who were lovers in the olden time,

Who praised the beauty of bright hair and brow,

And left a little monument of rhyme,—

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