Here is the place; right over the hill
Runs the path I
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So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn
Which once he wore!
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The birds against the April wind
Flew northward, singing as they
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Before my drift-wood fire I sit,
And see, with every waif I
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The harp at Nature's advent strung
Has never ceased to play;&nbs
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Blessings on thee, little man,
Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan! <
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It's not the milk from my bosom,
But my blood, that she sucks in.
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"Build at Kallundborg by the sea
A church as stately as church may be,
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Maud Muller on a summer's day
Raked the meadow sweet with hay.
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O Friends! with whom my feet have trod
The quiet aisles of prayer,
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O Mother Earth! upon thy lap
Thy weary ones receiving,
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The blast from Freedom's Northern hills, upon its Southern way,
Bears greeting to Virginia from Massachusetts Bay:
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Up the streets of Aberdeen,
By the kirk and college green,
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Pipes of the misty moorlands,
Voice of the glens and hills;
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He comes, - he comes, - the Frost Spirit comes!
You may trace his footsteps now
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Immortal love, forever full,
Forever flowing free,
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My heart was heavy, for its trust had been
Abused, its kindness answered with foul wrong;
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Outbound, your bark awaits you. Were I one
Whose prayer availeth much, my wish should be
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"Put up the sword!" The voice of Christ once more
Speaks, in the pauses of the cannon's roar,
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Oh, greenly and fair in the lands of the sun,
The vines of the gourd and the rich melon run,
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Is this the land our fathers loved,
The freedom which they toiled to win?
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In the outskirts of the village
On the river's winding shores
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She sings by her wheel at that low cottage door,
Which the long evening shadow is stretching before;
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O CHRIST of God! whose life and death
Our own have reconciled,
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'Tis morning over Norridgewock, --
On tree and wigwam, wave and rock.
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Ah! weary Priest! -- with pale hands pressed
On thy throbbing brow of pain,
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We had been wandering for many days
Through the rough northern country. We had seen
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Around Sebago's lonely lake
There lingers not a breeze to break
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"To the winds give our banner!
Bear homeward again!"
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Father! to Thy suffering poor
Strength and grace and faith impart,
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