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Rh By lingering March, and, in the thunder's van

The poor lambs merry on the meagre wold,

By-ways and cast-off things that lie therein,

Old boots that trod the highways of the world,

The schoolboy's broken hoop, the battered bin

That heard the ragman's story, blackened places

Where gipsies camped and circuses made din,

Fast water and the melancholy traces

Of sea tides, and poor people madly whirled

Up, down, and through the black retreats of sin.

These things a god might love, and stooping bless

With benedictions of eternal song.—