I DID not always know ’twas kind Of thee to let me pass,
And with my sacrilegious feet
Walk lightly thru thy grass.
How could I know, when I was young
’Twas one of thine own dreams,
To tender me the license of
Thy hills and singing streams.
How could’st thou take even a part
Of thy remotest time,
And weld me, poor unworthly link,
Into this chain of thine.
One day............