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271 (Inspired by sight of Whitestone station in 1921.)

Still stands the selfsame Whitestone station, So sombre as night's shades fall; At its north front do still halt trains, While brakemen "Whitestone! Whitestone!" call.

My trysting-place in nineteen three With warriors of the nation, When I was frivolous and wild, Was this old Whitestone station.

"Holy Ground"

Yea, holy ground its platform is; It makes me sigh and ponder; In my mind's eye those blue-clad forms Still wait for me just yonder!