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1850–1931

TO J. B.

John Lawson Stoddard

Within an Old World, classic vase She blossomed like a flower, And made Italian summer days Seem fleeting as an hour;

Then left the antique vase in gloom,— Yet o'er its edges climb Some petals, with a sweet perfume That triumphs over time.

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