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As in a foreign land one threads his way / 'Mid alien scenes, knowing no face he meets; / And, hearing his name spoken, turns and greets / With wondering joy a friend of other days;
As in the pause that comes between the sound / And recognition, all the finer sense / Is swathed in a melodious eloquence, / Which makes his name seem in its sweetness drowned
So stood I, by an atmosphere beguiled / Of glad surprise, when first thy lips let fall / The name I lightly carried when a child,
That I shall rise to at the judgment call.
The music of thy nature folded round / Its barrenness a majesty of sound.