[p. 11] Still echo in her, melodies of yore—
The throbbing tramp of eager patriot feet,
The thud of loom, the whir of spinning wheel,
The song of women, children's voices sweet.Today to tramping feet, to wheels of toil,
She listens tranquil in her life's new lease,
And to the future links her old refrain
Of love and hospitality and peace.
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