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Up and down the village streets	A
Strange are the forms my fancy meets	A
For the thoughts and things of to day are hid	B
And through the veil of a closed lid	B
The ancient worthies I see again	C
I hear the tap of the elder's cane	D
And his awful periwig I see	E
And the silver buckles of shoe and knee	E
Stately and slow with thoughtful air	F
His black cap hiding his whitened hair	F
Walks the Judge of the great Assize	E
Samuel Sewall the good and wise	E
His face with lines of firmness wrought	G
He wears the look of a man unbought	G
Who swears to his hurt and changes not	G
Yet touched and softened nevertheless	E
With the grace of Christian gentleness	E
The face that a child would climb to kiss	E
True and tender and brave and just	G
That man might honor and woman trust	G
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Touching and sad a tale is told	G
Like a penitent hymn of the Psalmist old	G
Of the fast which the good man lifelong kept to	G
With a haunting sorrow that never slept	G
As the circling year brought round the time	H
Of an error that left the sting of crime	H
When he sat on the bench of the witchcraft courts	E
With the laws of Moses and Hale's Reports	E
And spake in the name of both the word	G
That gave the witch's neck to the cord	G
And piled the oaken planks that pressed	G
The feeble life from the warlock's breast	G
All the day long from dawn to dawn	I
His door was bolted his curtain drawn	I
No foot on his silent threshold trod	G
No eye looked on him save that of God	G
As he baffled the ghosts of the dead with charms	E
Of penitent tears and prayers and psalms	E
And with precious proofs from the sacred word	G
Of the boundless pity and love of the Lord	G
His faith confirmed and his trust renewed	G
That the sin of his ignorance sorely rued	G
Might be washed away in the mingled flood	G
Of his human sorrow and Christ's dear blood	G
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Green forever the memory be	E
Of the Judge of the old Theocracy	E
Whom even his errors glorified	G
Like a far seen sunlit mountain side	G
By the cloudy shadows which o'er it glide I	J
Honor and praise to the Puritan	K
Who the halting step of his age outran	L
And seeing the infinite worth of man	L
In the priceless gift the Father gave	M
In the infinite love that stooped to save	M
Dared not brand his brother a slave	M
'Who doth such wrong ' he was wont to say	E
In his own quaint picture loving way	E
'Flings up to Heaven a hand grenade	G
Which God shall cast down upon his head '	-
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Widely as heaven and hell contrast	G
That brave old jurist of the past	G
And the cunning trickster and knave of courts	E
Who the holy features of Truth distorts	E
Ruling as right the will of the strong	N
Poverty crime and weakness wrong	N
Wide eared to power to the wronged and weak	O
Deaf as Egypt's gods of leek	O
Scoffing aside at party's nod	G
Order of nature and law of God	G
For whose dabbled ermine respect were waste	G
Reverence folly and awe misplaced	G
Justice of whom 't were vain to seek	O
As from Koordish robber or Syrian Sheik	O
Oh leave the wretch to his bribes and sins	E
Let him rot in the web of lies he spins	E
To the saintly soul of the early day	E
To the Christian judge let us turn and say	E
'Praise and thanks for an honest man	L
Glory to God for the Puritan '	-
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I see far southward this quiet day	E
The hills of Newbury rolling away	E
With the many tints of the season gay	E
Dreamily blending in autumn mist	G
Crimson and gold and amethyst	G
Long and low with dwarf trees crowned	G
Plum Island lies like a whale aground	G
A stone's toss over the narrow sound	G
Inland as far as the eye can go	P
The hills curve round like a bended bow	Q
A silver arrow from out them sprung	R
I see the shine of the Quasycung	R
And round and round over valley and hill	S
Old roads winding as old roads will	S
Here to a ferry and there to a mill	S
And glimpses of chimneys and gabled eaves	E
Through green elm arches and maple leaves	E
Old homesteads sacred to all that can	L
Gladden or sadden the heart of man	L
Over whose thresholds of oak and stone	T
Life and Death have come and gone	I
There pictured tiles in the fireplace show	P
Great beams sag from the ceiling low	P
The dresser glitters with polished wares	E
The long clock ticks on the foot worn stairs	E
And the low broad chimney shows the crack	R
By the earthquake made a century back	R
Up from their midst springs the village spire	U
With the crest of its cock in the sun afire	U
Beyond are orchards and planting lands	E
And great salt marshes and glimmering sands	E
And where north and south the coast lines run	K
The blink of the sea in breeze and sun	K
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I see it all like a chart unrolled	G
But my thoughts are full of the past and old	G
I hear the tales of my boyhood told	G
And the shadows and shapes of early days	E
Flit dimly by in the veiling haze	E
With measured movement and rhythmic chime	H
Weaving like shuttles my web of rhyme	H
I think of the old man wise and good	G
Who once on yon misty hillsides stood	G
A poet who never measured rhyme	H
A seer unknown to his dull eared time	H
And propped on his staff of age looked down	V
With his boyhood's love on his native town	V
Where written as if on its hills and plains	E
His burden of prophecy yet remains	E
For the voices of wood and wave and wind	G
To read in the ear of the musing mind	G
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'As long as Plum Island to guard the coast	G
As God appointed shall keep its post	G
As long as a salmon shall haunt the deep	W
Of Merrimac River or sturgeon leap	W
As long as pickerel swift and slim	X
Or red backed perch in Crane Pond swim	X
As long as the annual sea fowl know	P
Their time to come and their time to go	P
As long as cattle shall roam at will	S
The green grass meadows by Turkey Hill	S
As long as sheep shall look from the side	G
Of Oldtown Hill on marishes wide	G
And Parker River and salt sea tide	G
As long as a wandering pigeon shall search	Y
The fields below from his white oak perch	Y
When the barley harvest is ripe and shorn	Z
And the dry husks fall from the standing corn	Z
As long as Nature shall not grow old	G
Nor drop her work from her doting hold	G
And her care for the Indian corn forget	G
And the yellow rows in pairs to set	G
So long shall Christians here be born	Z
Grow up and ripen as God's sweet corn	Z
By the beak of bird by the breath of frost	G
Shall never a holy ear be lost	G
But husked by Death in the Planter's sight	G
Be sown again in the fields of light '	-
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The Island still is purple with plums	E
Up the river the salmon comes	E
The sturgeon leaps and the wild fowl feeds	E
On hillside berries and marish seeds	E
All the beautiful signs remain	D
From spring time sowing to autumn rain	D
The good man's vision returns again	C
And let us hope as well we can	L
That the Silent Angel who garners man	L
May find some grain as of old lie found	G
In the human cornfield ripe and sound	G
And the Lord of the Harvest deign to own	T
The precious seed by the fathers sown	T

John Greenleaf Whittier

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