. At early candle light and other poems. ^ was rolledFrom the lips of shouting converts, coming safe intothe fold. When Wood, who was converted, went singing downthe road,The preacher walked beside him, just to tell hisfaithful they filled the lowly cottage full of melody thatflowedUntil midnight, for a man redeemed and started newin life. And often I have cried,As he has told, with pride,Of Jims Meeting, as he called it to the very day THE BROOK OW it bubbles clear in the cool, damp room,Where the pans of milk light up the gloom,All sweet with breath of the summerbloomOn the
. At early candle light and other poems. ^ was rolledFrom the lips of shouting converts, coming safe intothe fold. When Wood, who was converted, went singing downthe road,The preacher walked beside him, just to tell hisfaithful they filled the lowly cottage full of melody thatflowedUntil midnight, for a man redeemed and started newin life. And often I have cried,As he has told, with pride,Of Jims Meeting, as he called it to the very day THE BROOK OW it bubbles clear in the cool, damp room,Where the pans of milk light up the gloom,All sweet with breath of the summerbloomOn the swaying locust boughs,Where the cobweb lace doth the wallsadorn,When the passionate sun at the peep of into the nook where the brook is the lowly old spring-house. Down beechen bluffs to the blue-grass plain,It winds the thread of its silvery skeinOn the old mill-wheel again and again, Where the jocund miller sings;Mid briery mazes, thro blossomy meads,Where trout leap up at the drifting seeds,And the cat-bird dips the alders beads In broken ripples and rings. How it shimmers and shines across the sand To the winey tarn, where cattle stand,140
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