| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 632. My New World |
| | | By Irving Browne |
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| MY prow is tending toward the west, | |
| Old voices growing faint, dear faces dim, | |
| And all that I have loved the best | |
| Far back upon the waste of memory swim. | |
| My old world disappears: | 5 |
| Few hopes and many fears | |
| Accompany me. | |
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| But from the distance fair | |
| A sound of birds, a glimpse of pleasant skies, | |
| A scent of fragrant air, | 10 |
| All soothingly arise | |
| In cooing voice, sweet breath, and merry eyes | |
| Of grandson on my knee. | |
| And ere my sails be furled, | |
| Kind Lord, I pray | 15 |
| Thou let me live a day | |
| In my new world. | |
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