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MY NEW WORLD by IRVING BROWNE

First Line: MY PROW IS TENDING TOWARD THE WEST
Last Line: IN MY NEW WORLD.
Subject(s): PROGRESS; CONDUCT OF LIFE;
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:
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,
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
Thou let me live a day
In my new world.



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