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Sacred unto poetry Is the mystic past, Hence the fairy shadows Round the present cast. Old songs lend their lovely wings To a thousand lovely things.

Honoured be each story Brought from other days, But for them there were no flowers On our world-worn ways. Every land, and every heart, Turn back to their earlier part.

L. E. L.