their roots,And all their green life blossoming into shoots,They too, in some obscure, unblossoming strife,Have felt the stirring of the sap of life.And they have wept, with bowed heads ; in the streetThey hear the twittering of little feet,The rocking of the cradles in their hearts. This is a…
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