Songs of Travel and Other Verses: I know not how

I know not how

I know not how it is with you--
I love the first and last,
The whole field of the present view,
The whole flow of the past.

One tittle of the things that are,
Nor you should change nor I--
One pebble in our path--one star
In all our heaven of sky.

Our lives, and every day and hour,
One symphony appear:
One road, one garden--every flower
And every bramble dear.

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