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AND can it be you've found a place	A
Within this consecrated space	A
That makes so fine a show	B
For one of Rip Van Winkle's race	A
And is it really so	B
Who wants an old receipted bill	C
Who fishes in the Frog pond still	C
Who digs last year's potato hill	C
That's what he'd like to know	B
	-
And were it any spot on earth	D
Save this dear home that gave him birth	D
Some scores of years ago	B
He had not come to spoil your mirth	D
And chill your festive glow	B
But round his baby nest he strays	E
With tearful eye the scene surveys	E
His heart unchanged by changing days	E
That's what he'd have you know	B
	-
Can you whose eyes not yet are dim	F
Live o'er the buried past with him	F
And see the roses blow	B
When white haired men were Joe and Jim	F
Untouched by winter's snow	B
Or roll the years back one by one	G
As Judah's monarch backed the sun	G
And see the century just begun	G
That's what he'd like to know	B
	-
I come but as the swallow dips	H
Just touching with her feather tips	H
The shining wave below	B
To sit with pleasure murmuring lips	H
And listen to the flow	B
Of Elmwood's sparkling Hippocrene	B
To tread once more my native green	B
To sigh unheard to smile unseen	B
That's what I'd have you know	B
	-
But since the common lot I've shared	I
We all are sitting 'unprepared '	-
Like culprits in a row	B
Whose heads are down whose necks are bared	I
To wait the headsman's blow	B
I'd like to shift my task to you	J
By asking just a thing or two	J
About the good old times I knew	J
Here's what I want to know	B
	-
The yellow meetin' house can you tell	K
Just where it stood before it fell	K
Prey of the vandal foe	B
Our dear old temple loved so well	K
By ruthless hands laid low	B
Where tell me was the Deacon's pew	J
Whose hair was braided in a queue	J
For there were pig tails not a few	J
That's what I'd like to know	B
	-
The bell can you recall its clang	L
And how the seats would slam and bang	L
The voices high and low	B
The basso's trump before he sang	L
The viol and its bow	M
Where was it old Judge Winthrop sat	N
Who wore the last three cornered hat	N
Was Israel Porter lean or fat	N
That's what I'd like to know	B
	-
Tell where the market used to be	O
That stood beside the murdered tree	O
Whose dog to church would go	B
Old Marcus Reemie who was he	O
Who were the brothers Snow	B
Does not your memory slightly fail	P
About that great September gale	P
Whereof one told a moving tale	P
As Cambridge boys should know	B
	-
When Cambridge was a simple town	B
Say just when Deacon William Brown	B
Last door in yonder row	B
For honest silver counted down	B
His groceries would bestow	B
For those were days when money meant	Q
Something that jingled as you went	Q
No hybrid like the nickel cent	Q
I'd have you all to know	B
	-
But quarter ninepence pistareen	B
And fourpence hapennies in between	B
All metal fit to show	B
Instead of rags in stagnant green	B
The scum of debts we owe	B
How sad to think such stuff should be	O
Our Wendell's cure all recipe	O
Not Wendell H but Wendell P	O
The one you all must know	B
	-
I question but you answer not	R
Dear me and have I quite forgot	R
How fivescore years ago	B
Just on this very blessed spot	R
The summer leaves below	B
Before his homespun ranks arrayed	S
In green New England's elmbough shade	S
The great Virginian drew the blade	S
King George full soon should know	B
	-
O George the Third you found it true	J
Our George was more than double you	J
For nature made him so	B
Not much an empire's crown can do	J
If brains are scant and slow	B
Ah not like that his laurel crown	B
Whose presence gilded with renown	B
Our brave old Academic town	B
As all her children know	B
	-
So here we meet with loud acclaim	T
To tell mankind that here he came	T
With hearts that throb and glow	B
Ours is a portion of his fame	T
Our trumpets needs must blow	B
On yonder hill the Lion fell	K
But here was chipped the eagle's shell	K
That little hatchet did it well	K
As all the world shall know	B

Oliver Wendell Holmes

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