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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908).  An American Anthology, 1787–1900.  1900.
 
632. My New World
 
By Irving Browne
 
 
  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.
 
  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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