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THE BLIND WINDOWS
plant cultivated trees, permit himself to be influenced only by the men
who have already produced marketable species of unquestionable
value. Otherwise his experience may give point to the old saw in
which there is mention made of a fool and his money, while the blight-
ing of his enthusiasms will tend to retard this growing industry likely
to be of immense value to the rank and file of mankind.
               THE BLIND WINDOWS
            (Blackwell's Island, from Queensborough Bridge.)
          THEY close the eyes of the House of Dread
                That none may watch the sea;
          The poor, lost remnants of the town
                Are hid from you and me.
          Spring comes, with Summer in her train,
          But darkness bides in the House of Pain.
          The gulls fly over the House of Dread,
                The grass grows green at the door;
           White sails blow out to the open sea,
                And the blue tides kiss the shore.
          But blind are the windows, and none may guess
          How the seasons come with old loveliness.
          O barren walls, like an ancient face,
                0 sightless eyes that hide the light,
          I think of the souls behind you there,
                As here I stand on this happy height,
          And I long to throw the sunset's beams
          Into your darkness, to light it with dreams!
                                   CHARLES HANSON TOWNE.
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