A little stream’s song running ever clear

And all the lonely places I hold dear.

A mocking bird, a drenched and dripping tree.

O! I shall keep my hunger for the sea.

I shall keep my knowledge of the paths I know

The gates of many mornings and the glow,

Of sunset, on a firegold window pane,

The mist on young nasturtiums after rain.

Virginia creeper on some quaint old garden wall

The sound of dropping nuts, I’ll take them all.

The falling leaves, the closing of the year,

I’ll not forget, tho’ I go on from here.

These tho’ts I shall retain (e’en past the gates of death),

Of burnished autumn leaves, a tiny baby’s breath.{21}

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In my heart I’ll take the Heaven’s most untried height

A moon drowned flower, from some star riven night.

I shall remember thru great ages of GOD’S time

The wind in clover, rain in summer time.

Think you I could forget, thru death’s wild fret and pain

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