  TO ALINE A vagrant minstrel of the street, No poet of the laurel crown, I kneel, dear Princess, at your feet, And lay my book of verses down. See all the love that lingers there, And so, for love’s sake, find it fair. Certain of the poems in this volume are reprinted by kind permission of the editors of the following magazines and newspapers: The Call, Harpers’ Weekly, The Independent, Moods, The Pathfinder, the New York Sun and the Sunday Magazine of the New York Times. I am glad to acknowledge my debt of gratitude to my mother, Mrs. Kilburn-Kilmer, for her encouragement and assistance in making this book. For sympathy and valuable advice, I am deeply obliged to many friends, particularly Mr. and Mrs. Henry Mills Alden and Mr. Robert Cortez Holliday. |
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