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The Christmas Tree

ISSUE:  Winter 1929

I have lived long,
Longer by far than once my heart desired;
Have seen the race not given to the swift, nor the victory to the strong,
Have felt the salty taste of kisses and the cold ache of being tired:
Have watched the wide earth covered
With chaotic fury of motor-cars,
Have known but little in the end, though much my mind discovered,
Have passed through deadly peace and deadlier wars;
Yet this at least I find is surely, mine
After a long hard journey, and mighty cities seen:
The pure sweet scent of a southern long-leafed pine,
Dangling with chains and balls of glass and toys,
Into my nostrils breathed, soft, rich, and clean.


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