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PRELUDE	A
ALONG the roadside like the flowers of gold	B
That tawny Incas for their gardens wrought	C
Heavy with sunshine droops the golden rod	D
And the red pennons of the cardinal flowers	E
Hang motionless upon their upright staves	F
The sky is hot and hazy and the wind	G
Vying weary with its long flight from the south	H
Unfelt yet closely scanned yon maple leaf	I
With faintest motion as one stirs in dreams	J
Confesses it The locust by the wall	K
Stabs the noon silence with his sharp alarm	L
A single hay cart down the dusty road	M
Creaks slowly with its driver fast asleep	N
On the load s top Against the neighboring hill	O
Huddled along the stone wall s shady side	P
The sheep show white as if a snowdrift still	O
Defied the dog star Through the open door	Q
A drowsy smell of flowers gray heliotrope	R
And white sweet clover and shy mignonette	P
Comes faintly in and silent chorus lends	S
To the pervading symphony of peace	T
No time is this for hands long over worn	U
To task their strength and unto Him be praise	V
Who giveth quietness the stress and strain	W
Of years that did the work of centuries	X
Have ceased and we can draw our breath once more	Q
Freely and full So as yon harvesters	E
Make glad their nooning underneath the elms	Y
With tale and riddle and old snatch of song	Z
I lay aside grave themes and idly turn	A2
The leaves of memory s sketch book dreaming o er	B2
Old summer pictures of the quiet hills	C2
And human life as quiet at their feet	P
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And yet not idly all A farmer s son	D2
Proud of field lore and harvest craft and feeling	E2
All their fine possibilities how rich	F2
And restful even poverty and toil	G2
Become when beauty harmony and love	H2
Sit at their humble hearth as angels sat	P
At evening in the patriarch s tent when man	I2
Makes labor noble and his farmer s frock	J2
The symbol of a Christian chivalry	K2
Tender and just and generous to her	B2
Who clothes with grace all duty still I know	L2
Too well the picture has another side	P
How wearily the grind of toil goes on	M2
Where love is wanting how the eye and ear	N2
And heart are starved amidst the plenitude	P
Of nature and how hard and colorless	O2
Is life without an atmosphere I look	P2
Across the lapse of half a century	K2
And call to mind old homesteads where no flower	B2
Told that the spring had come but evil weeds	Q2
Nightshade and rough leaved burdock in the place	R2
Of the sweet doorway greeting of the rose	S2
And honeysuckle where the house walls seemed	P
Blistering in sun without a tree or vine	T2
To cast the tremulous shadow of its leaves	U2
Across the curtainless windows from whose panes	V2
Fluttered the signal rags of shiftlessness	V2
Within the cluttered kitchen floor unwashed	P
Broom clean I think they called it the best room	W2
Stifling with cellar damp shut from the air	X2
In hot midsummer bookless pictureless	V2
Save the inevitable sampler hung	Y2
Over the fireplace or a mourning piece	V2
A green haired woman peony cheeked beneath	Z2
Impossible willows the wide throated hearth	A3
Bristling with faded pine boughs half concealing	E2
The piled up rubbish at the chimney s back	B3
And in sad keeping with all things about them	C3
Shrill querulous women sour and sullen men	D3
Untidy loveless old before their time	E3
With scarce a human interest save their own	F3
Monotonous round of small economies	V2
Or the poor scandal of the neighborhood	P
Blind to the beauty everywhere revealed	P
Treading the May flowers with regardless feet	P
For them the song sparrow and the bobolink	B3
Sang not nor winds made music in the leaves	V2
For them in vain October s holocaust	P
Burned gold and crimson over all the hills	V2
The sacramental mystery of the woods	V2
Church goers fearful of the unseen Powers	V2
But grumbling over pulpit tax and pew rent	P
Saving as shrewd economists their souls	V2
And winter pork with the least possible outlay	G3
Of salt and sanctity in daily life	H3
Showing as little actual comprehension	D2
Of Christian charity and love and duty	K2
As if the Sermon on the Mount had been	I3
Outdated like a last year s almanac	B3
Rich in broad woodlands and in half tilled fields	V2
And yet so pinched and bare and comfortless	V2
The veriest straggler limping on his rounds	V2
The sun and air his sole inheritance	V2
Laughed at a poverty that paid its taxes	V2
And hugged his rags in self complacency	V2
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Not such should be the homesteads of a land	P
Where whoso wisely wills and acts may dwell	J3
As king and lawgiver in broad acred state	P
With beauty art taste culture books to make	B3
His hour of leisure richer than a life	H3
Of fourscore to the barons of old time	E3
Our yeoman should be equal to his home	K3
Set in the fair green valleys purple walled	P
A man to match his mountains not to creep	N
Dwarfed and abased below them I would fain	W
In this light way of which I needs must own	F3
With the knife grinder of whom Canning sings	V2
Story God bless you I have none to tell you	L3
Invite the eye to see and heart to feel	M3
The beauty and the joy within their reach	N3
Home and home loves and the beatitudes	V2
Of nature free to all Haply in years	V2
That wait to take the places of our own	F3
Heard where some breezy balcony looks down	O3
On happy homes or where the lake in the moon	P3
Sleeps dreaming of the mountains fair as Ruth	Q3
In the old Hebrew pastoral at the feet	P
Of Boaz even this simple lay of mine	T2
May seem the burden of a prophecy	V2
Finding its late fulfilment in a change	R3
Slow as the oak s growth lifting manhood up	S3
Through broader culture finer manners love	H2
And reverence to the level of the hills	V2
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O Golden Age whose light is of the dawn	T3
And not of sunset forward not behind	P
Flood the new heavens and earth and with thee bring	B3
All the old virtues whatsoever things	V2
Are pure and honest and of good repute	P
But add thereto whatever bard has sung	B3
Or seer has told of when in trance and dream	U3
They saw the Happy Isles of prophecy	V2
Let Justice hold her scale and Truth divide	P
Between the right and wrong but give the heart	P
The freedom of its fair inheritance	V2
Let the poor prisoner cramped and starved so long	B3
At Nature s table feast his ear and eye	V3
With joy and wonder let all harmonies	V2
Of sound form color motion wait upon	M2
The princely guest whether in soft attire	B2
Of leisure clad or the coarse frock of toil	G2
And lending life to the dead form of faith	W3
Give human nature reverence for the sake	B3
Of One who bore it making it divine	T2
With the ineffable tenderness of God	P
Let common need the brotherhood of prayer	X2
The heirship of an unknown destiny	V2
The unsolved mystery round about us make	B3
A man more precious than the gold of Ophir	X2
Sacred inviolate unto whom all things	V2
Should minister as outward types and signs	V2
Of the eternal beauty which fulfils	V2
The one great purpose of creation Love	H2
The sole necessity of Earth and Heaven	D2
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For weeks the clouds had raked the hills	V2
And vexed the vales with raining	B3
And all the woods were sad with mist	P
And all the brooks complaining	B3
At last a sudden night storm tore	X2
The mountain veils asunder	X2
And swept the valleys clean before	X2
The bosom of the thunder	X2
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Through Sandwich notch the west wind sang	B3
Good morrow to the cotter	X2
And once again Chocorua s horn	U
Of shadow pierced the water	X2
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Above his broad lake Ossipee	S3
Once more the sunshine wearing	B3
Stooped tracing on that silver shield	P
His grim armorial bearing	B3
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Clear drawn against the hard blue sky	V3
The peaks had winter s keenness	V2
And close on autumn s frost the vales	V2
Had more than June s fresh greenness	V2
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Again the sodden forest floors	V2
With golden lights were checkered	P
Once more rejoicing leaves in wind	P
And sunshine danced and flickered	P
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It was as if the summer s late	P
Atoning for it s sadness	V2
Had borrowed every season s charm	L
To end its days in gladness	V2
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I call to mind those banded vales	V2
Of shadow and of shining	B3
Through which my hostess at my side	P
I drove in day s declining	B3
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We held our sideling way above	H2
The river s whitening shallows	V2
By homesteads old with wide flung barns	V2
Swept through and through by swallows	V2
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By maple orchards belts of pine	T2
And larches climbing darkl	G2