. Literary pilgrimages of a naturalist. f the earlier centuries out ofwhich the poet drew what was best in him, to begiven out in unforgettable verse to us all. If sucha place was ever lonely it was that gentle anddesirable loneliness which great souls love. Ill IN OLD PONKAPOAG Glimpses from a Study Window ofThomas Bailey Aldrich The study where Thomas Bailey Aldrich wrotesome of his daintiest verse looks forth upon asweet valley. Down this valley prattle clear-eyedbrooks that meet and grow, and water lush mead-ows filled with all lovely things of summer, whilelow woods beyond set a dark gree
. Literary pilgrimages of a naturalist. f the earlier centuries out ofwhich the poet drew what was best in him, to begiven out in unforgettable verse to us all. If sucha place was ever lonely it was that gentle anddesirable loneliness which great souls love. Ill IN OLD PONKAPOAG Glimpses from a Study Window ofThomas Bailey Aldrich The study where Thomas Bailey Aldrich wrotesome of his daintiest verse looks forth upon asweet valley. Down this valley prattle clear-eyedbrooks that meet and grow, and water lush mead-ows filled with all lovely things of summer, whilelow woods beyond set a dark green line againstthe sunsets. Looking toward these of a day whenrosy mists tangle the suns rays and anon let themslip in arrow flight earthward, we have picturedfor us how We knew it would rain, for all the morn,A spirit on slender ropes of mistWas lowering its golden buckets downInto the vapory amethyst. Wherever written, this and a hundred otherdainty things seem to flock into the tiny valleyupon which he looked from the study window of. 2< IN OLD PONKAPOAG 31 his later life in what was then the quaint old vil-lage of Ponkapoag, as if the flowers of fancy towhich he gave wings still hovered there. Atnightfall it is easy along these meadows to See where at intervals the fireflys sparkGlimmers and melts into the fragrant dark;Gilds a leafs edge one happy instant, thenLeaves darkness all a mystery again. The quaint old Ponkapoag of not so very manyyears ago is changing fast. The trolley car passesand repasses in what was once its one street. Thereal estate man has come and modern houses growup over night, almost, in the empty spaces over theold stone walls, while in the surrounding pasturesand woodland appear the mansions of those whoseek large estates not too far from the city. Sub-urban life begins to crowd Ponkapoag and thelittle self-centered country village of the genuineNew England type passes. Most, however, of thesturdy old houses of a century or more ago remainand much
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