Old Concord, her highways and byways; . Nature were hushed to aquiet thanksgiving too deep for words. The veryinsect, elsewhere booming his joy in noisy fashionas he riots in the field, hushes his turbulence to agentle refrain, or a dignified, resonant hum, as onewho ever carries within his bosom an abiding-respect for his environment. And the bird twittersmildly, or sings its roundelay in clear, high strainthat soars to the blue above, forgetting any discord-ant note that mioht drao- him to earth. Shall thehours spent within thy borders, O, Nine AcreCorner, ever be forgotten by our two pilgri
Old Concord, her highways and byways; . Nature were hushed to aquiet thanksgiving too deep for words. The veryinsect, elsewhere booming his joy in noisy fashionas he riots in the field, hushes his turbulence to agentle refrain, or a dignified, resonant hum, as onewho ever carries within his bosom an abiding-respect for his environment. And the bird twittersmildly, or sings its roundelay in clear, high strainthat soars to the blue above, forgetting any discord-ant note that mioht drao- him to earth. Shall thehours spent within thy borders, O, Nine AcreCorner, ever be forgotten by our two pilgrims,who are true Concordians, at least in loving thee ! Drawn back under its generous shadows of elmand maple, the gently undulating range of hillsbeyond the sweep of farm and meadow, the Mar-tial Miles house stands in serene content on thewane of this century, as if quite determined so tostand on the ebb of another. Once within, and ourexplorers thrill with delight. Here are the idealold rooms with limitless numbers of cupboards, \ \ \.
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