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PROEM
[Description: Decorative foliage around narrative.]
I call the old time back : I bring my lay
In tender memory of the summer day
When, where our native river lapsed away,
In tender memory of the summer day
When, where our native river lapsed away,
We dreamed it over, while the thrushes made
Songs of their own, and the great pine-trees laid
On warm noonlights the masses of their shade.
Songs of their own, and the great pine-trees laid
On warm noonlights the masses of their shade.
And she was with us, living o'er again
Her life in ours, despite of years and pain, -
The Autumn's brightness after latter rain.
Her life in ours, despite of years and pain, -
The Autumn's brightness after latter rain.
Beautiful in her holy peace as one
Who stands, at evening, when the work is done,
Glorified in the setting of the sun !
Who stands, at evening, when the work is done,
Glorified in the setting of the sun !
Her memory makes our common landscape seem
Fairer than any of which painters dream ;
Lights the brown hills and sings in every stream ;
Fairer than any of which painters dream ;
Lights the brown hills and sings in every stream ;
For she whose speech was always truth's pure gold
Heard, not unpleased, its simple legends told,
And loved with us the beautiful and old.
Heard, not unpleased, its simple legends told,
And loved with us the beautiful and old.
[Description: Hay stack decoration.]
[Description: Part I title page. Moon rises over a river.]
[Description: Decorative scythes]
[Description: Image of the countryside.]
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