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TREES IN THE CITY.
When I behold how beauteously they rear
From out the engirding pavements, dull and plain,
Boughs that for genial meadow or fragrant lane
Have longed, perchance, through many a lonely year,
My sympathy wakes dubious yet sincere,
Conjecturing the incalculable pain
Of lives that yearn toward bournes whence they retain
The balm of no remedial souvenir!
From out the engirding pavements, dull and plain,
Boughs that for genial meadow or fragrant lane
Have longed, perchance, through many a lonely year,
My sympathy wakes dubious yet sincere,
Conjecturing the incalculable pain
Of lives that yearn toward bournes whence they retain
The balm of no remedial souvenir!
But when the spirit of spring breaks cold eclipse,
I dream that every wind which fleetly slips
Through the broad city, is bearing in soft wise,
From happier branches under far free skies,
Compassionate tidings on æolian lips
Of sweet affinities, tender kinsmanships!
I dream that every wind which fleetly slips
Through the broad city, is bearing in soft wise,
From happier branches under far free skies,
Compassionate tidings on æolian lips
Of sweet affinities, tender kinsmanships!
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