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|The Grass in Madison Square|
The pleasant turf is dried and marred and seared,|
The grass is dead.
No soft green shoot, by rain and sunshine reared,
Lifts up its head.
I think the grass that made the park so gay|
In early spring
Now decks the lawns of Heaven where babies play
And dance and sing.
And poor old vagabonds who now have left|
The dusty street,
Find fields of which they were in life bereft,
Beneath their feet.
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