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They too, perhaps weary of "throngful city ways," may wish to recall the past and to "Sit with me by the homestead hearth,/And stretch the hands of memory forth/To warm them at the woods-fire blaze." And in the incomparable last lines, he suggests a kind of anonymous transcendent unity with these unknown readers grateful for the sweetness of such moments of memory and the link they provide to the shared experience of the better part of an older America.