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In a fout arah
a amay be And in
how he untroubled sleep,
her soft brown hair, A love pirt Adisper, heast da prayer.
Lowell's HOME AT CAMBRIDGE. And one tall elm, this hundredth year,
Shadows, with his palatial mass, Doge of our leafy Venice here,
The deep canal of flowing grass, Who, with an annual ring, doth wed Where glow the dandelions sparse, The blue Adriatic overhead,
For shadows of Italian stars.
The great trees murmur at the midnight hour ;
The birds in silence wait:
Elmwood is desolate.
Lover of nature, lover of his race,
Learned, and true, and strong:
The matchless gift of song,
When clouds hung darkest in our day of pain,
He prophesied the light;
Of Brotherhood and Right.
Proud of his country, helping to unbind
The fetters of the slave :
About one open grave.
Great in his simple love of flower and bird,
Great in the statesman's art,
To every human heart.
He lived the lesson which Sir Launfal guessed
Through wandering far and wide ; The giver must be given in the quest: He gave himself, and died.
SARAH K. BOLTON
Publishers: Thomas ). Crowell & Co., New York Soo Boston