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/ Not squirrels in the park alone / His love and winter-kindness own. / When Literary Fledglings try / Their wings, in first attempt to fly, / They flutter down to Franklin Square, / Where Howells in his "Easy Chair" / Like good Saint Francis scatters crumbs / Of Hope, to each small bird that comes. / And since Bread, cast upon the main, / Must to the giver come again, / I tender now, long overtime, / This humble Crumb of grateful rhyme.