. Perfect pearls of poetry and prose; the most unique, touching, inspiring and beautiful literary . r and fast. How changed is Sacos stream, how lost its The milestones of the fathers, the land marksfreedom of the hills. of the past. MARY GARVIN. 5G1 But human hearts remain unchanged; the sorrow and the sin,The loves and hopes arid fears of old, are to our own akin ;And if in tales our fathers told, the songs our mothers sung,Tradition wears a snowy beard, Romance is always young. 0 sharp-lined man of traflSc, on Sacos banksto-day ! 0 mill-girl, watching late and long the shut-tles
. Perfect pearls of poetry and prose; the most unique, touching, inspiring and beautiful literary . r and fast. How changed is Sacos stream, how lost its The milestones of the fathers, the land marksfreedom of the hills. of the past. MARY GARVIN. 5G1 But human hearts remain unchanged; the sorrow and the sin,The loves and hopes arid fears of old, are to our own akin ;And if in tales our fathers told, the songs our mothers sung,Tradition wears a snowy beard, Romance is always young. 0 sharp-lined man of traflSc, on Sacos banksto-day ! 0 mill-girl, watching late and long the shut-tles restless play! Let, for the once, a listening ear the workinghand beguile, And lend my old Provincial tale, as suits, atear or smile ! The evening gun had sounded from gray Fort Marys walls ;Through the forest, like a wild beast, roared and plunged the Sacos falls; And westward on the sea wind, that damp and gusty grew,Over cedars darkening inland, the smokes of Spurwink blew. Cn the hearth of Farmer Garvin blazed the crackling walnut log;Eight and left sat dame and good man, and between them lay the dog,. Head-on-paws, and tail slow wagging, and beside him on her mat,Sitting drowsy in the fire-light, winked and purred the mottled Twenty years! said Goodman Garvin. speaking sadly, under his gray head slowly shaking, as one who speaks of death. The goodwife dropped her needles; It Li twenty years to-daySince the Indians fell on Saco, and stole our child away. Then they sank into the silence, for each knew the others a great and common sorrow, and words were needed not. Who knocks ? cried Goodman Garvin. The door was open thrown ;On two strangers, man and maiden, cloaked and furred, tlie fire-light shone ; One with courteous gesture lifte 1 the bear-skin from his head; Lives here Elkanah Garvin ? I am he,the goodman said. Sit ye down, and dry and warm ye, for the night is chill with the goodwife drew the settle, and stirred the fire amain. T
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