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...o'er the ground With his cane. THE LAST LEAF. 135 They say that in his prime, Ere the pruning knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By...he walks the streets, And he looks at all he meets So forlorn ; And he shakes his feeble head That it seems as if he said "They are gone," The mossy marbles...

...his round Through the town. But now he walks the streets, And he looks at all he meets So forlorn; And he shakes his feeble head That it seems as if...gone." The mossy marbles rest On the lips that he has pressed In their bloom, And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb....

...resound As he totters o'er the ground With his cane. They say that in his prime, Ere the pruning knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By...he walks the streets, And he looks at all he meets So forlorn ; And he shakes his feeble head, That it seems as if he said " They are gone." The mossy...