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THROUGH heat and cold and shower and sun	A
Still onward cheerly driving	B
There's life alone in duty done	A
And rest alone in striving	B
But see the day is closing cool	C
The woods are dim before us	D
The white fog of the wayside pool	C
Is creeping slowly o'er us	D
The night is falling comrades mine	E
Our footsore beasts are weary	F
And through yon elms the tavern sign	E
Looks out upon us cheery	F
The landlord beckons from his door	G
His beechen fire is glowing	B
These ample barns with feed in store	G
Are filled to overflowing	B
From many a valley frowned across	H
By brows of rugged mountains	I
From hillsides where through spongy moss	H
Gush out the river fountains	I
From quiet farm fields green and low	J
And bright with blooming clover	K
From vales of corn the wandering crow	J
No richer hovers over	K
Day after day our way has been	L
O'er many a hill and hollow	J
By lake and stream by wood and glen	M
Our stately drove we follow	J
Through dust clouds rising thick and dun	A
As smoke of battle o'er us	D
Their white horns glisten in the sun	A
Like plumes and crests before us	D
We see them slowly climb the hill	N
As slow behind it sinking	B
Or thronging close from roadside rill	N
Or sunny lakelet drinking	B
Now crowding in the narrow road	O
In thick and struggling masses	P
They glare upon the teamster's load	O
Or rattling coach that passes	P
Anon with toss of horn and tail	Q
And paw of hoof and bellow	J
They leap some farmer's broken pale	Q
O'er meadow close or fallow	J
Forth comes the startled goodman forth	R
Wife children house dog sally	F
Till once more on their dusty path	S
The baffled truants rally	F
We drive no starvelings scraggy grown	T
Loose legged and ribbed and bony	F
Like those who grind their noses down	U
On pastures bare and stony	F
Lank oxen rough as Indian dogs	V
And cows too lean for shadows	W
Disputing feebly with the frogs	V
The crop of saw grass meadows	W
In our good drove so sleek and fair	X
No bones of leanness rattle	Y
No tottering hide bound ghosts are there	X
Or Pharaoh's evil cattle	Y
Each stately beeve bespeaks the hand	Z
That fed him unrepining	B
The fatness of a goodly land	Z
In each dun hide is shining	B
We've sought them where in warmest nooks	A2
The freshest feed is growing	B
By sweetest springs and clearest brooks	A2
Through honeysuckle flowing	B
Wherever hillsides sloping south	B2
Are bright with early grasses	P
Or tracking green the lowland's drouth	B2
The mountain streamlet passes	P
But now the day is closing cool	C
The woods are dim before us	D
The white fog of the wayside pool	C
Is creeping slowly o'er us	D
The cricket to the frog's bassoon	C2
His shrillest time is keeping	B
The sickle of yon setting moon	C2
The meadow mist is reaping	B
The night is falling comrades mine	E
Our footsore beasts are weary	F
And through yon elms the tavern sign	E
Looks out upon us cheery	F
To morrow eastward with our charge	D2
We'll go to meet the dawning	B
Ere yet the pines of Kearsarge	D2
Have seen the sun of morning	B
When snow flakes o'er the frozen earth	B2
Instead of birds are flitting	B
When children throng the glowing hearth	B2
And quiet wives are knitting	B
While in the fire light strong and clear	E2
Young eyes of pleasure glisten	A
To tales of all we see and hear	F2
The ears of home shall listen	A
By many a Northern lake and hill	N
From many a mountain pasture	K
Shall Fancy play the Drover still	N
And speed the long night faster	K
Then let us on through shower and sun	A
And heat and cold be driving	B
There's life alone in duty done	A
And rest alone in striving	B

John Greenleaf Whittier

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