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/ _And one, perchance, will read and sigh: / "What aimless songs! Why will he sing / Of nature that drags out her woe / Through wind and rain, and sun and snow, / From miserable spring to spring? " / Then put me by._
/ _And one, perhaps, will read and say: / "Why write of things across the sea; / Of men and women, far and near, / When we of things at home would hear -- / Well! who would call this poetry? " / Then toss away._
/ _A hopeless task have we, meseems, / At this late day; whom fate hath made / Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled / With kindred yearnings, try to build / A tower like theirs, that will not fade, / Out of our dreams._