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Clinton Scollard, however, has given us an epitaph that many sympathizing admirers would gladly inscribe on the tombstones of their lost pets, if it were only the popular fashion to put tombstones over their graves. This is Mr. Scollard's tribute, the best ever written: One only has to read this poem to feel that Mr.
Not of his music could Lucy Larcom say, as she so happily does of our bird of the meadow, "Sounds the meadow-lark's refrain Just as sad and clear." Nor could his sonorous song be characterized by Clinton Scollard's exquisite verse, "From whispering winds your plaintive notes were drawn."
Strange to say, as I stood in that other world, there surged through my alien mind some lines of Clinton Scollard's, which I had once learned, little dreaming of their significance: "Lo, it has come, the inevitable hour When thou and I, beloved one, must part; When heart be sundered from caressing heart, And ungloomed skies be turned to dreary gray."
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