Elizabethan days . rpool,Or the bustling crowds at Sunbury And Dewarts evening stillness the riffles at sunset near Muncy Town Could not interest me as before,For what fun wed had, if wed only met, But through life we will meet no more! August 7,1900. 35 F THE SLASHINGS OR miles and miles, by hill and dale,The chalky-white stumps gleamWhere once the hemlock forest wavedBy the banks of the mountain stream. Each forest king that was felled and peeled, Has left a tombstone behindIn the bleached white stumps that everywhere The wilderness days remind. When the endless hills were a swaying
Elizabethan days . rpool,Or the bustling crowds at Sunbury And Dewarts evening stillness the riffles at sunset near Muncy Town Could not interest me as before,For what fun wed had, if wed only met, But through life we will meet no more! August 7,1900. 35 F THE SLASHINGS OR miles and miles, by hill and dale,The chalky-white stumps gleamWhere once the hemlock forest wavedBy the banks of the mountain stream. Each forest king that was felled and peeled, Has left a tombstone behindIn the bleached white stumps that everywhere The wilderness days remind. When the endless hills were a swaying mass That stretched to the horizonOf hemlock and pine, and completely hid The streams as they rushed along! But now all is still in this lonely land, Save only the jay birds peepAnd the drowsy drip of the shrunken brook, Oer the stones where it used to leap. And man, the destroyer, has quite forgotThese scenes where his axe did ply— But the hemlock graves put their curse on manEvery year when the wells go dry! 36. NEW AND OLD BERLIN WAS but a year ago I drove into the streets Of New Berlin, in the New World; Two double rows of maples form an arch That spreads completely oer the grass-grown way,Lined by green-shuttered homes, neat gardens, too;Old-fashioned stores with little window panesDisplaying trinkets and dust-covered crockery-ware:An old-time tavern stand, with swinging sign,With graybeards grouped upon the porch expec-tantly :And out a lane, a once well-known academyStands now deserted, the windows gaping, fences down;And not a sound except a roosters crowIn some well-shaded yard, and lots of sunshine warm—And this is New Berlin, in the New World! Twas one year later that I drove into the streetsOf Old Berlin, in the Old World; 37 A roar of voices, hammers, wheels, first greeted me,And cracking whips of several hundred cabs,And rolling trucks, and trams and motor carsRushed past, and eager, busy human crowdsThronged the wide thoroughfares, while officersIn uniforms o
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