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Rh Thou, toiling where the burdened city moans,

Hast lost no accent of the higher zones.

Smiles, and the truth of tears,

And memories, and melodies unsung,

Have visited thy heart, and kept it young.

Thou hast had strength, where many failed, to glean

Good from a doubtful harvest; thou hast seen

Light where the shade lay deep.

The future with the present praise must blend

To crown thy triumphs worthily, O friend!

But we remembrance keep

More grateful, even, for thyself than them,

And lay upon thy brow love's anadem.