. Perfect pearls of poetry and prose; the most unique, touching, inspiring and beautiful literary . jilace,And wears upon her tranquil face The look of one who, merging notHer self-hood in anothers loves and dutys handmaid still. Pass with me down the path that windsThrough birches to the open , close upon the river strand Yoia mark a cellar, vine oerrun. Above whose wall of loosened stonesThe sumach lifts its reddening cones. And the black nightshades berries shine,And broad unsightly burdocks foldThe household ruin, century-old. Here, in tlie dim colonial time,
. Perfect pearls of poetry and prose; the most unique, touching, inspiring and beautiful literary . jilace,And wears upon her tranquil face The look of one who, merging notHer self-hood in anothers loves and dutys handmaid still. Pass with me down the path that windsThrough birches to the open , close upon the river strand Yoia mark a cellar, vine oerrun. Above whose wall of loosened stonesThe sumach lifts its reddening cones. And the black nightshades berries shine,And broad unsightly burdocks foldThe household ruin, century-old. Here, in tlie dim colonial time, Of sterner lives and gloomier faith,A woman lived, tradition saith. Who wrought lier neighliors foul annoy,Andwitclie<l and plagu<-d the country-side;Till at the hangmans hand she died. Sit with me while the westering dayFalls slantwise down the quiet , haply, ere yon loitering sail. That rounds the upper headland, fallsBelow Deer Islands pines, or seesBehind it Hawkswoods belt of trees Rise black against the sinking idyl of its days of valleys legend .-^hall be told. PART THE HlSKIN« It was the pleasant cellar-bins are closely stowed,And garrets bend beneath their load. And the old swallow-haunted barns,—Brown-gabled, long, and full of seameThrough which the moted sunlight streams 490 MABEL MARTIN. And winds blow freshly in, to shakeThe red plumes of the roosted cocks,And the loose haymows scented locks,- Are filled with summers ripened stores,Its odorous grass and barley their low scaffolds to their eaves. On Esek Hardens oaken floor, With many an autumn threshing worn,Lav the heaped ears of unhuskod corn.
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