 | Poems by Frederick Goddard Tuckerman |  |
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[VIII. Companions were we in the grove and glen]
Companions were we in the grove and glen!Through belts of summer wandered hour on hour,
Ransacking sward and swamp to deck his bower,—
River, and reservoir of mountain rain;
Nor sought for hard-named herb, or plant of power,
But Whippoorwill-shoe, and quaint Sidesaddle flower.
And still he talked, asserting, thought is free;
And wisest souls by their own action shine:
“For beauty,” he said, “is seen where'er we look,
Growing alike in waste and guarded ground;
And, like the May-flower, gathered equally
On desolate hills, where scantily the pine
Drops his dry wisps about the barren rock,
And in the angles of the fences found.”
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