I thought at first no foot had trod

[Atticus]

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Where this spring's purple violets nod
But, then again, in centuries past
A native hunter may have passed
And paused to drink their beauty in
Had looked and smiled then looked again
In spirit I am that man's kin

Like him, I must be on my way
Like him, my duties fill my day
I turn to where my loved ones wait
And think perhaps some future date
Another will gaze in reverent awe
And wonder if I stopped and saw
And, like him,---- stood in reverent awe