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THE WOODROOF. 251
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XXXIX.—THE WOODROOF.
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«^- Of Course Some Old Things Are Good: ...
Dear when old no longer ladies in _savage their . black Some satins old things and with may sofb be white very caps charming about .
their kindamon silver g hair the , best sitting of these in their charming arm chairs anti , quities quiescent . But , bland the , very and
meaning , t superannuated f old age , both or done humani for ty the and having in things wroug , is ht the its b work eing
w and orn had ou , its day , and its now declining ; before the power of the vigorous new . The old generation dies , the new old live faiths s and works :
the old flowers fadethe new bud and bloom ; the are uprooted and new one , s are planted in lace their to stead the hopes ; and and the loves old years and
pass down into eternity , giving p mighty strivings of the new . The ! Frenchman which also cried meaneth " Vive youth la baga and
growth telle /"— , and we , is " Long one rendering live to newness of the " universal law of progress .
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The Woodroof. 251
THE WOODROOF . 251
Xxxix.—The Woodroof.
XXXIX . —THE WOODROOF .
-<& . T Thott 'Tis Art In Th The Flavor ...
- _<& . _t Thott art the flower of grief to me ,
Thou 'Tis keepest in thy flavor the scent ! of memory , A sickly savor .
In the moonlight under the orchard tree , Thou _JFor wert a love plucked favor . and gi ven to me
In the cruel moonli flower ght under ! the orchard tree ,
Thou While , wert p fruitless lucked and shower given to me ,
The Of blossoms woodroof a rained bed all on wet the with ground dew where grew
In the witching hour . , Under the orchard tree that night
And Th thou y scen with t was th sweetness small star , clusters bright Shedding Of _jmre , a comp pearl le y teness y lustre , bright ,
Seemed A ift as of I meetness gazed in . the meek moonlight , g i
" It And keeps it hath the scent kept it for t ; it years think , " said of he ,
" And ( He could when not you mean scen thus , bitterly me . ) , " had t it
Into Had Ah the I ! then I dust believed where swep dead his love things was rot not ,
What I have wept it . t 2 voiiin
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English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), June 1, 1859, page 251, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01061859/page/35/
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