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NEW POEMS I am a woman,—my hair is white—

I was a drunkard's lass;

The gin dances in my head,—

I stumble as I pass.

I am a man that God made at first,

And teachers tried to harm;

Here hunchback, take my friendly hand,—

Good woman, take my arm.

CLXIX

SONG

CLXX

THE NEW HOUSE

S the house not homely yet?

There let pleasant thoughts be set:

With bright eyes and hurried feet,

There let severed friendships meet,

There let sorrow learn to smile,

And sweet talk the nights beguile.

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