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ROOM for the children out of doors,

For heads of gold or gloom;

For raspberry lips and rose-leaf cheeks and palms,

Make room—make room!

Room for the springtime out of doors,

For buds in green or bloom;

For every brown bare-handed country weed

Make room—make room!

Room for earth’s sweetest out of doors,

And for its worst a tomb;

For housed-up griefs and fears, and scorns, and sighs,

No room—no room!