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To M. E.
by Arthur MacyWe keep in step as years roll by;
You march behind and I before: -
The path is new to you; but I
Have passed the ground you're walking o'er.
Yet I march on with measured tread,
And looking back, I smile and greet you: -
I fear the order, "Halt!" Instead,
Would I might countermarch and meet you.