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From the poem: -
A House and a Girl
by
William Johnson Cory
(1823-1892)
The strawberry tree and the crimson thorn
And Fanny's myrtle, and William's vine,
And honey of beautiful jessamine,
Are gone from the homestead where I was born.
I gaze from my Grandfather's terrace wall,
And then I bethink how once I slept,
Through rooms where my Mother had blest me,
and wept,
To yield them to strangers, and part with them all. |