Locality

Locality.
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As children little clothes, the great out grow
The places that they once inhabited-
The truly great ones, the immortal dead
Who left a name and roverance below.
And when, perchance, the kindly people show
Where they were born and nursed and reared and fed,
And wrote and wrought and struggled, haply bled
In dreadful combat, giving blow for blow.
Scarce can we link the thought of them sublime
With unimportant accident of place
And dwindle them to mortal frame again;
For they were bred within the womb of Time,
And now inhabit, miracle of grace,
The countless chambers of the souls of men!
-N. O. Times-Democrat