The bridge of the railroad now crosses the spot
Whare the old divin'-log lays sunk and fergot.
And I stray down the banks whare the trees ust to be--
But never again will theyr shade shelter me!
And I wish in my sorrow I could strip to the soul.
And dive off in my grave like the old swimmin'-hole.


Their little jaws dropped!
Their little eyes distended!
Their little ears stood erect!

They fairly bristled with an intense attention.
You said the last word, of the last line.
Then--absolute, unbroken--Silence!
Finally--but without another word--you reached
down, patted the youngest one on his wet curly Locks.
The Wizard whispered to the driver "Go."
As the team, in a brisk trot, started away.
you, still standing, coatless, hatless, waved your
hand--in that quick little jerky fashion peculiar
to you--to those little naked Urchins.
With a mighty Shout, they ran back to the Pool,
and gave a rapid-firing Exhibition of the Single
Dive; the Double Dive; and one--a dare-devil--the Triple Dive!
What a Memory, what a Priceless Memory, you must
have given those Boys of Martinsville, that Ideal
Summer Afternoon, in the Long While Ago!
Martinsville! To you of Blessed Memory!
For the sake of an early, enduring, Friendship,