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Hamilton Fish Armstrong, ed.  The Book of New York Verse.  1917.
On Cedar Street, New York
By Helen Hay Whitney
I, WHOSE totem was a tree
  In the days when earth was new,
Joyous leafy ancestry
  Known of twilight and of dew,
Now within this iron wall        5
  Slave of tasks that irk the soul,
To my parents send one call—
  That they give me of their dole.
Thro’ the roar of alien sound
  Grimy noise of work-a-day,        10
Secretly a voice, half drowned,
  Whispers thro’ the evening’s grey,
“Child, we know the path you tread,
  Ghost and manes, we are true:
Cedar spirits, long since dead,        15
  Calm and sweet abide with you.”

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