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 Launched into thoroughfares too thronged before, Mothered by those whose protest is “No more!" Vitalized without option: who shall say That did Life hang on choosing—Yea or Nay— They had not scorned it with such penalty, And nothingness implored of Destiny?

And yet behind the horizon smile serene The down, the cornland, and the stretching green— Space—the child's heaven: scenes which at least ensure Some palliative for ill they cannot cure.

Dear friends—now moved by this poor show of ours To make your own long joy in buds and bowers