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Somebody labored years ago Whose name I do not even know9 Ploughed ground? or sailed the open sea,

And loved a maid that I could be.

Two centuries or more ago A woman at a Scottish door,

Looked fondly at a lilac tree

And passed that bit of pride to me»

One stood enraptured, when he heard The music of a singing bird; And now with each returning spring

I find I do the self same thingo

Could we untangle all our lives

And learn how much in it survives,

we might discover just how far

Goes back? what makes us what we area

Edgar A9 Guest