. The White hills; their legends, landscape, and poetry. at thy rebuke, 0 Lord, at the blast of the breath of thy sent from above, he took me, he drew me out of many brought me forth also into a large place ; he delivered me, becausehe deh^hted in me. 198 THE WHITE Upon the spot where a portion of the family were buried, it was acustom during several years for each visitor to cast a stone. Thus alarge monument was reared out of the ruins of the slide. One visitor,Dr. T. W. Parsons of Boston, has cast an oifering upon the grave,that will last longer than the soUd
. The White hills; their legends, landscape, and poetry. at thy rebuke, 0 Lord, at the blast of the breath of thy sent from above, he took me, he drew me out of many brought me forth also into a large place ; he delivered me, becausehe deh^hted in me. 198 THE WHITE Upon the spot where a portion of the family were buried, it was acustom during several years for each visitor to cast a stone. Thus alarge monument was reared out of the ruins of the slide. One visitor,Dr. T. W. Parsons of Boston, has cast an oifering upon the grave,that will last longer than the soUd pile, in the following ballad, one ofthe most powerful expressions of his genius, and which might haveobviated the necessity of the long description which we have given. ;^THE BALLAD OF THE WHITE HILLS. Come, children, put your baskets down,And let the blushing berries be; Sit here and ^yreathe a laurel if I win it, give it me. Tis afternoonâit is .Julyâ The mountain shadows grow and grow;Your time of rest and mine is nighâ
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