DEDICATION. As one who, walking in the twilight gloom, So walking here in twilight, O my friends! If any thought of mine, or sung or told, Thanks for the sympathies that ye have shown! Kind messages, that pass from land to land ; One touch of fire, and all the rest is mystery! The pleasant books, that silently among Spake from the printed leaves or pictured faces! Perhaps on earth I never shall behold, With eye of sense, your outward form and semblance; Therefore to me ye never will grow old, But live forever young in my remembrance. Never grow old, nor change, nor pass away! Not chance of birth or place has made us friends, With the same hopes, and fears, and aspirations. Therefore I hope to join your seaside walk, The grand, majestic symphonies of ocean. Therefore I hope, as no unwelcome guest, |