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A Sunset In Haverhill
To a high hill, that overlooks
The Merrimac, and Haverhill town;
I climbed one pleasant afternoon
To see the setting sun go down.
The Merrimac, and Haverhill town;
I climbed one pleasant afternoon
To see the setting sun go down.
The summit gained, I gazed around
On farm, and forest, town, and stream;
Each formed for each, a beauteous whole,
Bathed in the Autumn's yellow beam.
On farm, and forest, town, and stream;
Each formed for each, a beauteous whole,
Bathed in the Autumn's yellow beam.
Asleep upon the river lay
A fertile island fair, and large;
With elm, and oak, and maple fringed,
Blending their hues around its marge.
A fertile island fair, and large;
With elm, and oak, and maple fringed,
Blending their hues around its marge.
I could not tell, which fairer seemed,
The heavens above, or earth below;
The woods in richest colors drest,
Or gorgeous sunset's purple glow.
The heavens above, or earth below;
The woods in richest colors drest,
Or gorgeous sunset's purple glow.
Upon the horizon's utmost rim,
Inspiring thoughts and feelings high,
Wachusett and Monadnock stood,
Like pillars of the vaulted sky!
Inspiring thoughts and feelings high,
Wachusett and Monadnock stood,
Like pillars of the vaulted sky!
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Still larger grew the orb of day,
Still brighter, till it passed from sight;
And on the distant hill-top left
A golden diadem of light.
Still brighter, till it passed from sight;
And on the distant hill-top left
A golden diadem of light.
Why haste to other lands, I said?
Why leave so fair a scene behind?
In western, or in eastern clime,
Canst thou a fairer prospect find?
Why leave so fair a scene behind?
In western, or in eastern clime,
Canst thou a fairer prospect find?
Poem No. 735; October 1853
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