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THESE hallowed precincts long to memory dear	A
Smile with fresh welcome as our feet draw near	A
With softer gales the opening leaves are fanned	B
With fairer hues the kindling flowers expand	B
The rose bush reddens with the blush of June	C
The groves are vocal with their minstrels' tune	C
The mighty elm beneath whose arching shade	D
The wandering children of the forest strayed	D
Greets the bright morning in its bridal dress	E
And spreads its arms the gladsome dawn to bless	E
Is it an idle dream that nature shares	F
Our joys our griefs our pastimes and our cares	F
Is there no summons when at morning's call	G
The sable vestments of the darkness fall	G
Does not meek evening's low voiced Ave blend	H
With the soft vesper as its notes ascend	H
Is there no whisper in the perfumed air	I
When the sweet bosom of the rose is bare	I
Does not the sunshine call us to rejoice	J
Is there no meaning in the storm cloud's voice	J
No silent message when from midnight skies	K
Heaven looks upon us with its myriad eyes	K
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Or shift the mirror say our dreams diffuse	L
O'er life's pale landscape their celestial hues	M
Lend heaven the rainbow it has never known	N
And robe the earth in glories not its own	N
Sing their own music in the summer breeze	O
With fresher foliage clothe the stately trees	O
Stain the June blossoms with a livelier dye	P
And spread a bluer azure on the sky	P
Blest be the power that works its lawless will	Q
And finds the weediest patch an Eden still	Q
No walls so fair as those our fancies build	R
No views so bright as those our visions gild	R
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So ran my lines as pen and paper met	S
The truant goose quill travelling like Planchette	S
Too ready servant whose deceitful ways	T
Full many a slipshod line alas betrays	T
Hence of the rhyming thousand not a few	U
Have builded worse a great deal than they knew	U
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What need of idle fancy to adorn	V
Our mother's birthplace on her birthday morn	V
Hers are the blossoms of eternal spring	W
From these green boughs her new fledged birds take wing	W
These echoes hear their earliest carols sung	X
In this old nest the brood is ever young	X
If some tired wanderer resting from his flight	S
Amid the gay young choristers alight	S
These gather round him mark his faded plumes	Y
That faintly still the far off grove perfumes	Y
And listen wondering if some feeble note	S
Yet lingers quavering in his weary throat	S
I whose fresh voice yon red faced temple knew	U
What tune is left me fit to sing to you	U
Ask not the grandeurs of a labored song	Z
But let my easy couplets slide along	Z
Much could I tell you that you know too well	A2
Much I remember but I will not tell	A2
Age brings experience graybeards oft are wise	K
But oh how sharp a youngster's ears and eyes	K
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My cheek was bare of adolescent down	B2
When first I sought the academic town	B2
Slow rolls the coach along the dusty road	S
Big with its filial and parental load	S
The frequent hills the lonely woods are past	S
The school boy's chosen home is reached at last	S
I see it now the same unchanging spot	S
The swinging gate the little garden plot	S
The narrow yard the rock that made its floor	C2
The flat pale house the knocker garnished door	C2
The small trim parlor neat decorous chill	Q
The strange new faces kind but grave and still	Q
Two creased with age or what I then called age	D2
Life's volume open at its fiftieth page	D2
One a shy maiden's pallid placid sweet	S
As the first snow drop which the sunbeams greet	S
One the last nursling's slight she was and fair	I
Her smooth white forehead warmed with auburn hair	I
Last came the virgin Hymen long had spared	S
Whose daily cares the grateful household shared	S
Strong patient humble her substantial frame	E2
Stretched the chaste draperies I forbear to name	E2
Brave but with effort had the school boy come	F2
To the cold comfort of a stranger's home	G2
How like a dagger to my sinking heart	S
Came the dry summons 'It is time to part	S
Good by ' 'Goo ood by ' one fond maternal kiss	H2
Homesick as death Was ever pang like this	H2
Too young as yet with willing feet to stray	I2
From the tame fireside glad to get away	I2
Too old to let my watery grief appear	A
And what so bitter as a swallowed tear	I
One figure still my vagrant thoughts pursue	U
First boy to greet me Ariel where are you	U
Imp of all mischief heaven alone knows how	J2
You learned it all are you an angel now	J2
Or tottering gently down the slope of years	K2
Your face grown sober in the vale of tears	F
Forgive my freedom if you are breathing still	Q
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If in a happier world I know you will	Q
You were a school boy what beneath the sun	L2
So like a monkey I was also one	L2
Strange sure enough to see what curious shoots	M2
The nursery raises from the study's roots	M2
In those old days the very very good	S
Took up more room a little than they should	S
Something too much one's eyes encountered then	N2
Of serious youth and funeral visaged men	N2
The solemn elders saw life's mournful half	O2
Heaven sent this boy whose mission was to laugh	O2
Drollest of buffos Nature's odd protest	S
A catbird squealing in a blackbird's nest	S
Kind faithful Nature While the sour eyed Scot	S
Her cheerful smiles forbidden or forgot	S
Talks only of his preacher and his kirk	P2
Hears five hour sermons for his Sunday work	P2
Praying and fasting till his meagre face	Q2
Gains its due length the genuine sign of grace	Q2
An Ayrshire mother in the land of Knox	R2
Her embryo poet in his cradle rocks	R2
Nature long shivering in her dim eclipse	S2
Steals in a sunbeam to those baby lips	S2
So to its home her banished smile returns	T2
And Scotland sweetens with the song of Burns	T2
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The morning came I reached the classic hall	G
A clock face eyed me staring from the wall	G
Beneath its hands a printed line I read	S
YOUTH IS LIFE'S SEED TIME so the clock face said	S
Some took its counsel as the sequel showed	S
Sowed their wild oats and reaped as they had sowed	S
How all comes back the upward slanting floor	C2
The masters' thrones that flank the central door	C2
The long outstretching alleys that divide	S
The rows of desks that stand on either side	S
The staring boys a face to every desk	U2
Bright dull pale blooming common picturesque	V2
Grave is the Master's look his forehead wears	F
Thick rows of wrinkles prints of worrying cares	F
Uneasy lie the heads of all that rule	W2
His most of all whose kingdom is a school	W2
Supreme he sits before the awful frown	B2
That bends his brows the boldest eye goes down	B2
Not more submissive Israel heard and saw	X2
At Sinai's foot the Giver of the Law	X2
Less stern he seems who sits in equal Mate	S
On the twin throne and shares the empire's weight	S
Around his lips the subtle life that plays	T
Steals quaintly forth in many a jesting phrase	T
A lightsome nature not so hard to chafe	Y2
Pleasant when pleased rough handled not so safe	Y2
Some tingling memories vaguely I recall	G
But to forgive him God forgive us all	G
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One yet remains whose well remembered name	E2
Pleads in my grateful heart its tender claim	E2
His was the charm magnetic the bright look	Z2
That sheds its sunshine on the dreariest book	Z2
A loving soul to every task he brought	S
That sweetly mingled with the lore he taught	S
Sprung from a saintly race that never could	S
From youth to age be anything but good	S
His few brief years in holiest labors spent	S
Earth lost too soon the treasure heaven had lent	S
Kindest of teachers studious to divine	A3
Some hint of promise in my earliest line	A3
These faint and faltering words thou canst not hear	B3
Throb from a heart that holds thy memory dear	A
As to the traveller's eye the varied plain	C3
Shows through the window of the flying train	C3
A mingled landscape rather felt than seen	D3
A gravelly bank a sudden flash of green	D3
A tangled wood a glittering stream that flows	E3
Through the cleft summit where the cliff once rose	E3
All strangely blended in a hurried gleam	F3
Rock wood waste meadow village hill side stream	F3
So as we look	Z2

Oliver Wendell Holmes

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