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LIFE IN WASHINGTON D.C. As i start this new period of my life's history I recall some lines which I first composed as part of an editorial for the Matilda Ziegler Magazine. I had the honor of editing that braille publication in June 1926. I quote these lines here as a fitting eulogy on the last and now permanent city of my adoption: OUR NATION'S CAPITAL Fair city of a Nation's pride Outspread along the river's side, And stretching back o'er hill and plain-- Of thee I sing, an humble strain ! Where once primeval forest stood And savage hunter roamed the wood, Behold what magic man hath wrought With highest skill and noblest thought To build a city that shall stand -- The pride and glory of our land! Her rounded domes and sculptured walls On which the sunlight softly falls; Her long dim aisles of stately trees, Where fountains cool the summer breeze; Her monuments on ever hand Reared to the heroes of our land!-- All these are but the outward part Within which throbs a nation's heart It was on August 28, 1913 , that we stepped from the train, passed through the Union Station and came out on the Capital Plaza. To me born and bred in Iowa, the East and especially Washington D.C. symbolized, romance, history and all that we held sacred in our past. But here I was entering our Nation's Capital to be a part of it ! What did it all mean? What lay ahead 64
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LIFE IN WASHINGTON D.C. As i start this new period of my life's history I recall some lines which I first composed as part of an editorial for the Matilda Ziegler Magazine. I had the honor of editing that braille publication in June 1926. I quote these lines here as a fitting eulogy on the last and now permanent city of my adoption: OUR NATION'S CAPITAL Fair city of a Nation's pride Outspread along the river's side, And stretching back o'er hill and plain-- Of thee I sing, an humble strain ! Where once primeval forest stood And savage hunter roamed the wood, Behold what magic man hath wrought With highest skill and noblest thought To build a city that shall stand -- The pride and glory of our land! Her rounded domes and sculptured walls On which the sunlight softly falls; Her long dim aisles of stately trees, Where fountains cool the summer breeze; Her monuments on ever hand Reared to the heroes of our land!-- All these are but the outward part Within which throbs a nation's heart It was on August 28, 1913 , that we stepped from the train, passed through the Union Station and came out on the Capital Plaza. To me born and bred in Iowa, the East and especially Washington D.C. symbolized, romance, history and all that we held sacred in our past. But here I was entering our Nation's Capital to be a part of it ! What did it all mean? What lay ahead 64
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