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 ARTHUR WILLIAM EDGAR O'SHAUGHNESSY

With wonderful deathless ditties We build up the world's great cities,

And out of a fabulous story

We fashion an empire's glory: One man with a dream, at pleasure,

Shall go forth and conquer a crown, And three with a new song's measure

Can trample an empire down.

We, in the ages 1\ ing

In the buried past of the earth, Built Nmcvch with our sighing,

And Babel itself with our mirth, And overthrew them with prophesying

To the old of the new world's worth; For each age is a dream that is dying,

Or one that is coming to birth.

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MADE another garden, yea, For my new Love I left the dead rose where it lay

And set the new above. Why did my Summer not begin ?

Why did my heart not haste ? My old Love came and walk'd therein, And laid the garden waste.

She cntcr'd with her weary smile,

Just as of old, She look'd around a little while

And shiver'd with the cold;

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