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Paul Laurence Dunbar - To Pfrimmer
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(Lines on reading "Driftwood.")

  Driftwood gathered here and there
  Along the beach of time;
  Now and then a chip of truth
  `Mid boards and boughs of rhyme;
  Driftwood gathered day by day,--
  The cypress and the oak,--
  Twigs that in some former time
  From sturdy home trees broke.
  Did this wood come floating thick
  All along down "Injin Crik?"
  Or did kind tides bring it thee
  From the past`s receding sea
  Down the stream of memory?
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