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We had been wandering for many days	A
Through the rough northern country We had seen	B
The sunset with its bars of purple cloud	C
Like a new heaven shine upward from the lake	D
Of Winnepiseogee and had felt	E
The sunrise breezes midst the leafy isles	F
Which stoop their summer beauty to the lips	G
Of the bright waters We had checked our steeds	H
Silent with wonder where the mountain wall	I
Is piled to heaven and through the narrow rift	J
Of the vast rocks against whose rugged feet	K
Beats the mad torrent with perpetual roar	L
Where noonday is as twilight and the wind	M
Comes burdened with the everlasting moan	N
Of forests and of far off waterfalls	O
We had looked upward where the summer sky	P
Tasselled with clouds light woven by the sun	Q
Sprung its blue arch above the abutting crags	O
O'er roofing the vast portal of the land	R
Beyond the wall of mountains We had passed	S
The high source of the Saco and bewildered	T
In the dwarf spruce belts of the Crystal Hills	O
Had heard above us like a voice in the cloud	C
The horn of Fabyan sounding and atop	U
Of old Agioochook had seen the mountains'	O
Piled to the northward shagged with wood and thick	V
As meadow mole hills the far sea of Casco	W
A white gleam on the horizon of the east	X
Fair lakes embosomed in the woods and hills	O
Moosehillock's mountain range and Kearsarge	Y
Lifting his granite forehead to the sun	Q
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And we had rested underneath the oaks	O
Shadowing the bank whose grassy spires are shaken	Q
By the perpetual beating of the falls	O
Of the wild Ammonoosuc We had tracked	Z
The winding Pemigewasset overhung	A2
By beechen shadows whitening down its rocks	O
Or lazily gliding through its intervals	O
From waving rye fields sending up the gleam	B2
Of sunlit waters We had seen the moon	C2
Rising behind Umbagog's eastern pines	O
Like a great Indian camp fire and its beams	O
At midnight spanning with a bridge of silver	D2
The Merrimac by Uncanoonuc's falls	O
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There were five souls of us whom travel's chance	O
Had thrown together in these wild north hills	O
A city lawyer for a month escaping	E2
From his dull office where the weary eye	P
Saw only hot brick walls and close thronged streets	O
Briefless as yet but with an eye to see	O
Life's sunniest side and with a heart to take	D
Its chances all as godsends and his brother	D2
Pale from long pulpit studies yet retaining	E2
The warmth and freshness of a genial heart	F2
Whose mirror of the beautiful and true	G2
In Man and Nature was as yet undimmed	F2
By dust of theologic strife or breath	H2
Of sect or cobwebs of scholastic lore	L
Like a clear crystal calm of water taking	E2
The hue and image of o'erleaning flowers	O
Sweet human faces white clouds of the noon	C2
Slant starlight glimpses through the dewy leaves	O
And tenderest moonrise 'Twas in truth a study	F2
To mark his spirit alternating between	B
A decent and professional gravity	F2
And an irreverent mirthfulness which often	Q
Laughed in the face of his divinity	F2
Plucked off the sacred ephod quite unshrined	F2
The oracle and for the pattern priest	F2
Left us the man A shrewd sagacious merchant	F2
To whom the soiled sheet found in Crawford's inn	I2
Giving the latest news of city stocks	O
And sales of cotton had a deeper meaning	E2
Than the great presence of the awful mountains	O
Glorified by the sunset and his daughter	D2
A delicate flower on whom had blown too long	J2
Those evil winds which sweeping from the ice	O
And winnowing the fogs of Labrador	L
Shed their cold blight round Massachusetts Bay	K2
With the same breath which stirs Spring's opening leaves	O
And lifts her half formed flower bell on its stem	L2
Poisoning our seaside atmosphere	M2
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It chanced that as we turned upon our homeward way	K2
A drear northeastern storm came howling up	N2
The valley of the Saco and that girl	O2
Who had stood with us upon Mount Washington	Q
Her brown locks ruffled by the wind which whirled	F2
In gusts around its sharp cold pinnacle	P2
Who had joined our gay trout fishing in the streams	O
Which lave that giant's feet whose laugh was heard	F2
Like a bird's carol on the sunrise breeze	O
Which swelled our sail amidst the lake's green islands	O
Shrank from its harsh chill breath and visibly drooped	F2
Like a flower in the frost So in that quiet inn	I2
Which looks from Conway on the mountains piled	F2
Heavily against the horizon of the north	Q2
Like summer thunder clouds we made our home	R2
And while the mist hung over dripping hills	O
And the cold wind driven rain drops all day long	J2
Beat their sad music upon roof and pane	S2
We strove to cheer our gentle invalid	F2
	-
The lawyer in the pauses of the storm	T2
Went angling down the Saco and returning	E2
Recounted his adventures and mishaps	O
Gave us the history of his scaly clients	O
Mingling with ludicrous yet apt citations	O
Of barbarous law Latin passages	O
From Izaak Walton's Angler sweet and fresh	U2
As the flower skirted streams of Staffordshire	D2
Where under aged trees the southwest wind	F2
Of soft June mornings fanned the thin white hair	V2
Of the sage fisher And if truth be told	F2
Our youthful candidate forsook his sermons	O
His commentaries articles and creeds	O
For the fair page of human loveliness	O
The missal of young hearts whose sacred text	F2
Is music its illumining sweet smiles	O
He sang the songs she loved and in his low	W
Deep earnest voice recited many a page	W2
Of poetry the holiest tenderest lines	O
Of the sad bard of Olney the sweet songs	O
Simple and beautiful as Truth and Nature	D2
Of him whose whitened locks on Rydal Mount	F2
Are lifted yet by morning breezes blowing	E2
From the green hills immortal in his lays	O
And for myself obedient to her wish	X2
I searched our landlord's proffered library	F2
A well thumbed Bunyan with its nice wood pictures	O
Of scaly fiends and angels not unlike them	L2
Watts' unmelodious psalms Astrology's	O
Last home a musty pile of almanacs	O
And an old chronicle of border wars	O
And Indian history And as I read	F2
A story of the marriage of the Chief	Y2
Of Saugus to the dusky Weetamoo	L2
Daughter of Passaconaway who dwelt	F2
In the old time upon the Merrimac	Z2
Our fair one in the playful exercise	O
Of her prerogative the right divine	A3
Of youth and beauty bade us versify	Y2
The legend and with ready pencil sketched	F2
Its plan and outlines laughingly assigning	E2
To each his part and barring our excuses	O
With absolute will So like the cavaliers	O
Whose voices still are heard in the Romance	O
Of silver tongued Boccaccio on the banks	O
Of Arno with soft tales of love beguiling	E2
The ear of languid beauty plague exiled	F2
From stately Florence we rehearsed our rhymes	O
To their fair auditor and shared by turns	O
Her kind approval and her playful censure	D2
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It may be that these fragments owe alone	N
To the fair setting of their circumstances	O
The associations of time scene and audience	O
Their place amid the pictures which fill up	N2
The chambers of my memory Yet I trust	F2
That some who sigh while wandering in thought	F2
Pilgrims of Romance o'er the olden world	F2
That our broad land our sea like lakes and mountains	O
Piled to the clouds our rivers overhung	A2
By forests which have known no other change	B3
For ages than the budding and the fall	I
Of leaves our valleys lovelier than those	O
Which the old poets sang of should but figure	D2
On the apocryphal chart of speculation	Q
As pastures wood lots mill sites with the privileges	O
Rights and appurtenances which make up	N2
A Yankee Paradise unsung unknown	N
To beautiful tradition even their names	O
Whose melody yet lingers like the last	F2
Vibration of the red man's requiem	L2
Exchanged for syllables significant	F2
Of cotton mill and rail car will look kindly	F2
Upon this effort to call up the ghost	F2
Of our dim Past and listen with pleased ear	C3
To the responses of the questioned Shade	F2
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I THE MERRIMAC	Z2
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O child of that white crested mountain whose springs	O
Gush forth in the shade of the cliff eagle's wings	O
Down whose slopes to the lowlands thy wild waters shine	A3
Leaping gray walls of rock flas	O

John Greenleaf Whittier

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