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THE TERRACE
“Mentem mortalia tangunt.”
The Terrace is full of sun,
And holds warm air.
Invalids, day by day,
Take refuge there.
Here stands one in his prime,
And begs for breath.
Yonder a fair girl walks
In step with Death.
Children move here on crutches;
Some, not at all.
None are too grown to be ill,
And none too small.—
—Among the dying babies
And dying men,
The merry crocuses bloom;
Spring’s back again!
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