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Gift from the cold and silent Past	A
A relic to the present cast	A
Left on the ever changing strand	B
Of shifting and unstable sand	B
Which wastes beneath the steady chime	C
And beating of the waves of Time	C
Who from its bed of primal rock	D
First wrenched thy dark unshapely block	D
Whose hand of curious skill untaught	B
Thy rude and savage outline wrought	B
The waters of my native stream	E
Are glancing in the sun's warm beam	E
From sail urged keel and flashing oar	F
The circles widen to its shore	F
And cultured field and peopled town	G
Slope to its willowed margin down	G
Yet while this morning breeze is bringing	H
The home life sound of school bells ringing	H
And rolling wheel and rapid jar	I
Of the fire winged and steedless car	I
And voices from the wayside near	J
Come quick and blended on my ear	K
A spell is in this old gray stone	L
My thoughts are with the Past alone	L
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A change The steepled town no more	F
Stretches along the sail thronged shore	F
Like palace domes in sunset's cloud	B
Fade sun gilt spire and mansion proud	B
Spectrally rising where they stood	B
I see the old primeval wood	B
Dark shadow like on either hand	B
I see its solemn waste expand	B
It climbs the green and cultured hill	M
It arches o'er the valley's rill	M
And leans from cliff and crag to throw	N
Its wild arms o'er the stream below	N
Unchanged alone the same bright river	O
Flows on as it will flow forever	O
I listen and I hear the low	N
Soft ripple where its water go	N
I hear behind the panther's cry	P
The wild bird's scream goes thrilling by	P
And shyly on the river's brink	Q
The deer is stooping down to drink	Q
	-
But hard from wood and rock flung back	R
What sound come up the Merrimac	R
What sea worn barks are those which throw	N
The light spray from each rushing prow	S
Have they not in the North Sea's blast	B
Bowed to the waves the straining mast	B
Their frozen sails the low pale sun	T
Of Thul 's night has shone upon	U
Flapped by the sea wind's gusty sweep	V
Round icy drift and headland steep	V
Wild Jutland's wives and Lochlin's daughters	W
Have watched them fading o'er the waters	W
Lessening through driving mist and spray	X
Like white winged sea birds on their way	X
	-
Onward they glide and now I view	Y
Their iron armed and stalwart crew	Y
Joy glistens in each wild blue eye	P
Turned to green earth and summer sky	P
Each broad seamed breast has cast aside	B
Its cumbering vest of shaggy hide	B
Bared to the sun and soft warm air	Z
Streams back the Northmen's yellow hair	Z
I see the gleam of axe and spear	J
A sound of smitten shields I hear	K
Keeping a harsh and fitting time	C
To Saga's chant and Runic rhyme	C
Such lays as Zetland's Scald has sung	A2
His gray and naked isles among	A2
Or mutter low at midnight hour	O
Round Odin's mossy stone of power	O
The wolf beneath the Arctic moon	B2
Has answered to that startling rune	B2
The Gael has heard its stormy swell	C2
The light Frank knows its summons well	C2
Iona's sable stoled Culdee	B
Has heard it sounding o'er the sea	D2
And swept with hoary beard and hair	Z
His altar's foot in trembling prayer	Z
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'T is past the 'wildering vision dies	E2
In darkness on my dreaming eyes	E2
The forest vanishes in air	Z
Hill slope and vale lie starkly bare	Z
I hear the common tread of men	F2
And hum of work day life again	F2
The mystic relic seems alone	L
A broken mass of common stone	L
And if it be the chiselled limb	G2
Of Berserker or idol grim	G2
A fragment of Valhalla's Thor	F
The stormy Viking's god of War	F
Or Praga of the Runic lay	X
Or love awakening Siona	L
I know not for no graven line	L
Nor Druid mark nor Runic sign	L
Is left me here by which to trace	H2
Its name or origin or place	H2
Yet for this vision of the Past	B
This glance upon its darkness cast	B
My spirit bows in gratitude	B
Before the Giver of all good	B
Who fashioned so the human mind	B
That from the waste of Time behind	B
A simple stone or mound of earth	I2
Can summon the departed forth	J2
Quicken the Past to life again	L
The Present lose in what hath been	L
And in their primal freshness show	N
The buried forms of long ago	N
As if a portion of that Thought	B
By which the Eternal will is wrought	B
Whose impulse fills anew with breath	K2
The frozen solitude of Death	K2
To mortal mind were sometimes lent	B
To mortal musing sometimes sent	B
To whisper even when it seems	L2
But Memory's fantasy of dreams	L2
Through the mind's waste of woe and sin	L
Of an immortal origin	L

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