And, 'neath Herne's oak, for Shake- | Poured here in vain;- that sturdy blood Was meant to make the earth more green,

speare's sight,

Strewed moss and grass with diamonds
bright.

No fairies in the Mayflower came,
And, lightsome as I sparkle here,
For Mother Bay State, busy dame,

But in a higher, gentler mood
Than broke this April noon serene;
Two graves are here: to mark the place,
At head and foot, an unhewn stone,
O'er which the herald lichens trace

I've toiled and drudged this many a The blazon of Oblivion.

Their graves have voices; if they threw
Dice charged with fates beyond their
ken,

Yet to their instincts they were true,
And had the genius to be men.

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