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408   Because,”—the brown eyes lower fell,—
 * “Because, you see, I love you!”

Still memory to a gray-haired man
 * That sweet child-face is showing.

Dear girl! the grasses on her grave
 * Have forty years been growing!

He lives to learn, in life’s hard school,
 * How few who pass above him

Lament their triumph and his loss,
 * Like her,—because they love him.

the wide lawn the snow lay deep, Ridged o’er with many a drifted heap; The wind that through the pine-trees sung The naked elm-boughs tossed and swung; While, through the window, frosty-starred, Against the sunset purple barred, We saw the sombre crow flap by, The hawk’s gray fleck along the sky, The crested blue-jay flitting swift, The squirrel poising on the drift, Erect, alert, his broad gray tail Set to the north wind like a sail.