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IN CRYSTAL HILLS




NORTH CONWAY

NEW HAMPSHIRE

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FREDERICK J. ALLEN



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LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS



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The Village of North Conway








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The Intervale and Presidential Range






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The Saco .....






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The White Mountains from Intervale






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Moat Mountain and the Ledges






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White Horse Ledge ....






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The Cathedral .








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Echo Lake








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Diana's Baths








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Thompson's Falls








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The Enchanted Woods








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Artist Falls








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Thompson's Grove








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Artist Falls Brook








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Kearsarge and Bartlett Mountains






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Redstone Quarry ....






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View From Mt. Surprise ( Village of Intervale)






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The Wizard Birch at Intervale






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The Cathedral Pines at Interv


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North Conway in the Crystal Hills .... 9


The Wood Thrush








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The Intervale














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The Saco














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Mt. Washington














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Moat Mountain














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White Horse Ledge














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The Cathedral .














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Echo Lake














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Diana's Baths














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Thompson's I- alls














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The Enchanted Woods














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Artist Falls














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Thompson's Falls














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Artist Falls Brook














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Mt. Kearsarge














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Redstone Quarry














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From Mt. Surprise














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The Wizard Birch














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The Cathedral Fines














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The Crystal Hills














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I Am the Wind














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Old New Hampshire














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THE VILLAGE OF NORTH CONWAY



IN CR YSTAL HILLS



NORTH CONWAY IN THE CRYSTAL HILLS

NORTH CONWAY lies beneath blue skies,

By her majestic stream,
A picture from far Paradise,

A vision and a dream.

liy sun-kissed hill or ocean foam.

By field or forest fair,
For ages man hath built his home,

And set Love's altar there.

And evermore by vale and steep.
With clustering homes and spires,

Men dwell in amity and keep
The race's altar fires.

Sweet Auburn, one thy praises sung.
And straight the world knew thee ;

Dear Stratford, one thy name gave tongue.
And thine is homage free.

A people's virtue or bright fame

Of noble soul and true.
Gives many a hamlet glorious name

In Old World and in New.



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In thousand villag'es of our land
Peace and Good Will abide,

Oldest and newest joining hand
To keep the countryside.

Far from the city's endless strife,
Among the mountains old.

Far from the discords of our life,
Like jewel set in gold,

North Conway lies 'neath sunny skies

Along the Saco fair,
A picture from far Paradise,

In setting rich and rare.

O Nature, mother of us all,

In field or flower or pine
We see thy hand and hear thy call,

And worship at thy shrine.

Sweet Village in the Crystal Hills,
Dear home of rest and peace,

In thee her promise Joy fulfils
And giveth Pain surcease.



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THE WOOD THRUSH

IN THE NORTH CONWAY FOREST

WHEN westward low descends the sun's red car
A lingering woodland note my heart enthralls ;
O hark ! O list I It is the wood thrush calls

From out the forest dim ; and sweet afar

The ripple glides to greet the evening star,
As when upon enchanted mountain walls
Soft wind-harps sound, or fairy music falls

In stilly hours beneath the moon's pale bar.

O Vesper Singer in thy sylvan glades,

What gift is thine, how thrills .the enraptured air
Beneath the burden of thy song ! Oh, cease
Not while on field and forest deep the shades
Of night are mantling down ; but, singing there,
To all the hushed and listening earth give peace.




THE INlKkVALK AND PRESIDENTIAL RANGE



IN CR YS TAL HILLS



THE INTERVALE

WHEN nature's giant forces reared
These hills from caldrons far below

Each mass of stone uncrowned and seared
Soon wore its robe of green or snow.

Thus nature worketh; rocky waste
Becomes the forest green and rare,

The desei't lowland soon is graced
With grass and fern and flower fair.

Like these the meadows in tlie lands
()f mystic nge and fabled time ;

Like these the meads along the sands
Of Simois in Asian clime.

Sweet Greece and Italy are graced

With sunny skies and vales like these ;

And in the books of men are traced
Such visions that the poet sees.

Outspread beneath this northern sky,
Soft kissed by breeze or swept by gale

That Cometh from yon mountains high,
Fair is this northern intervale.

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THE SACO



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THE SACO

FROM many a glen and dai"k ravine
Unite a thousand purling rills,

Till flows the river fringed with green,
Fair River of the Northern Hills.

In majesty thou movest on

To pour thy flood in ocean's tide ;

What mysteries of ages gone
Lie buried in thy bosom wide ?

What tribes of men thy course beheld
Ere first the White Man hither came?

What brave deeds of the ages eld

Hast thou hid from the trump of fame ?

The Red Man kindled here his fire.
By stream and mountain unafraid ;

And here he found his heart's desire,
The answering heart of Indian maid.

The peace of centuries broodeth here,

Fair River of the Intervale ;
And in thy waters, crystal clear,

The sunset's glory shall not fail.




THE WHITE MOUNTAINS FROM INTERVALE



IN CR YS TAL HILLS



MT. WASHINGTON

HAIL! O Momircli of New England!
Mightiest of her ancient mountains,
Peak supreme among thy fellows
Rising round thee like a stairway,
Stairway of enduring granite,
Where the giants of days olden
Mounted to thy hoary summit
And thence gazed upon the wide world.

In some peon prehistoric

Nature built thy granite bases,

And thy kingly crest uplifted.

Then as now sweet Morning crowned thee

With her light pink, rose, and saffron,

And the Noonday poured his arrows

Vainly on thy mailed shoulders;

Then as now the Evening lingered

O'er thee with her lights and shadows,

Evening mystic Night's fair portal.

Evening ebon Night's pale portal.



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Answering the far Atlantic
Throbs the heart that lies within thee,
Bulwark of the land puissant,
And thy foothills feel and tremble
From thy base to ocean's margin.
Softly fall the rains of summer,
And thy thirst give sweet refreshing;
Variant cloud-forms o'er thee hover,
As they heard thy heart's deep calling,
And thy summit wreathe in beauty.

Tempests smite thee in their anger
At thy grandeur and defiance,
At thine teon-long defiance ;
And old Winter with his ermine
Lingers long upon thy high crest.
Running there his northern courses.

Down thy sides dark caverns yawning
Tell the throes of distant ages.
Tell of Nature's grand upheaval ;



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Many a path of bounding torrent
Marks thy gray and somber ledges;
Many a shattered cliff or boulder
Witnesses the Storm King's vengeance,
Smiting on thee with his lightning.

On Olympus, Mount Thessalian,
Dwelt the gods in days heroic ;
On Mt. Sinai were the Tables
Of the Law to men entrusted ;
Ever shall man's feet ascending
Earthly mountain come near Heaven,
Ever shall his spirit follow
Where the Spirit Universal
Moves in mystery and power
Through the ether's endless spaces.

Mountain Beauteous, Mountain Glorious,
Worthy of the name thou bearest.
Mount of- Vision be forever
For a great and noble people.



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MOAT MOUNTAIN AND THE LEDGES



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MOAT MOUNTAIN

OLD mountain wall, with sanimit' seared
'Neatli many a summer's sun on liigli,

What Titan hand thy mass upreared
And tiknl thy crest against the sky?

Ifavine ;;nd shadowy pass are there,
And ton-ent's path and winter's scars;

And there oft falls the moonlight fair,
With golden sheen of crystal stars.

In the soft stillness of the night

Tliy thousand harps with music swell;

IJoth evening shade and morning light
Alternate on thee cast their spell.

Old Moat, of jeweled porphyry

And many a rare and beauteous stone,

Lo! thou art crowned with majesty,
And set along- the land alone.



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WHITE HORSE LEDGE



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WHITE HORSE LEDGE

SILENT and gi"ay, with adamantine crest,
Yon cliff uprises at the mountain's base,
And bears a snow-white figure on its face,

A horse forever rearing toward the west ;

Below, in limpid sheen and shadow drest.

The fair lake lies, and flows with matchless grace
Old Saco's crystal tide. The cliff hath place

By mount and vale where Nature wrought her best.

'Tis here the sweetness of the woodland fills
The heart with rest; 'tis here the poet dreams.
Interpreter of the omniscient plan
Of him who graved His glory in the hills.

And set His beauty by ten thousand streams,
And made the earth a paradise for man.



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THE CATHEDRAL



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THE CATHEDRAL

HEWED from tlie high cliff's yawning side,
With lofty arch and transept wide,
And walled with maple, beech, and pine,
Is this Cathedral's mystic shrine.

These walls pearl-gi-ay, soft green, and brown
With water ever trickling down,
More beauteous are than graven stone.
And here my heart shall find its own.

In fane and shrine man's hand hath wrought.
And forms divine hath Genius caught
From that fair world of dreams where rise
Faiths' altars with their sacrifice.

But God his noblest temples rears
With his own hand ; his thought appears
In blooms that fringe the meadow rill
And in the granite-templed hill.




ECHO LAKE



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ECHO LAKE

FAIR is thy storied lake, sweet Gallilee,

Across wliose shining wave the Lord Christ passed;

And fair is Leman's limpid crescent, cast
Upon the Rhone, blue lake ot" mystery.
The New VVoi-ld beauteous is, with inland sea,

Majestic river, mountain, forest vast ;

And in New Hampshire's hills, () Nature, hast
Thou wrought with thy most wondrous alchemy.

Crystal Lake, lying in solitude.

Forever guarded by yon warder gray.

And fringed around by hemlock, fir, and pine ;
Here trembling lights and mystic shadows brood,
And Echo dies like bell at close of day ;

Here is earth's sweetest spot, O Font Divine !



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DIANA'S BATHS



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DIANA'S BATHS

THY course is broken here, O Woodland Stream,
By ledges rended deep in throes of old,
liy boulders cast in figures manifold

When Nature graved the rocks with art supreme;

Here ever brood the shadow and the dream.
And lofty trees their mystic branches hold
Like sentinels above the waters cold.

While ever shineth here the wave's soft gleam.

Fair Dian laved in fountains in far days.
To crystal flood revealing form divine ;

Fair Dian wandered free in woodland ways
And heard the harmonies of stream and pine;

Yet never on her raptured senses never fell

Sound sweeter, sight more fair, in sylvan dell.



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THOMPSON'S FALLS



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THOMPSON'S FALLS

BULWARK of broken ledoes,
Moss-covered and old and gray.

Crumbled on ends and edges

And wet with the falling spray ;

Titans these rocks have riven,
Have riven in some wild chase ;

Titans their spears have driven
Deep into the green hill's base.

Flood of the spring hath bounded
Adown from the green hill's side,

Voice of the flood hath sounded
Afar through the forest wide.

Sweet is thy sound in summer,
O Fall of the Wild wood Stream,

Filling the heart of each comer
With peace like a sylvan dream.



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THE ENCHANTED WOODS



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THE ENCHANTED WOODS

MAJP^STIC, mystical, these old pines tower,
Unheedful of earth's changes year by year,
Tlieir armor seamed and knotted, brown and sere

( )n every hand soft fern and woodland flower

In fragrance grow, 'neath their protectors' power.
Save for the wind-harp's whisperings all here
Is silence grateful, and there broodeth e'er

The Spirit of the world's fair Morning Hour.

( ) here is place to come when love is new.
And rising struggles at the spirit's bars ;

And here is place to come when love is old.
And sees again in loving eyes the stars:

For here, at Nature's heart, all things are true,

And loving souls communion sweet may hold.



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ARTIST FALLS



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ARTIST FALLS

BATHED with the glow of morning
Gohlen and gray and white,

Gemmed by the noon's adorning,
Fair at the fall of night;

Crescent and spray and sparkle,

Music of lotus lands.
Shadows that pass and darkle,

Home of the elfin bands ;

Mosses and tree and boulder,

Carpet of autumn leaves:
Here, as the year grows older,

Nature her beauty weaves.

Here is the spirit granted
Balm for the care that calls;

Here is the heart enchanted,
Lulled by these crystal falls.



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THOMPSON'S GROVE



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THOMPSON'S GROVE

THE traffic of the busy world goes by,
The horse of iron daily thunders past
Upon his endless round, from ocean vast

Unto the kingly hills, from mountain high

Down to the shore where princely cities lie.
Stern Industry while human need shall last
Upon the primal world her spell shall cast,

And rear her banners 'neatli the holy sky.

Sweet Grove, where man may come and refuge find.
Thy sacred silences shall hush the pain

That broodeth in the breast ; thy spirit, old
As nature, new as morn, shall touch the mind
With influence Lethean: here, come loss or gain,
Earth's rarest visions shall my heart behold.



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ARTIST FALLS BROOK



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ARTIST FALLS BROOK

STREAM from the forest flowing free,
What greeting bringest thou to nie?
What message from the mount afar
Where beats the storm and shines the star?

Beholding thee Faith shall not cease !
F'rom out the tempest comes tliy peace ;
From hill to sea along thy strand
Kind Plenty blesses all the land.

Within thy mirror gleams the sky,
And in thy heart all mysteries lie
Of field and wood ; of man and maid,
For ever here have lovers strayed.

Like thrushnote when the twilight falls.
Or wind-harp sweet on mountain walls,
Thy music soundeth evermore
From crested hill to ocean shore.



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KEARSARGE AND BARTLETT MOUNTAINS



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MT. KEARSARGE

WHEN stars are slowly fading in the sky
And night is softly paling into dawn,
When birds begin to sing upon the lawn,

Then like some ancient ruin rising high

Old Kearsarge proudly looms before the eye :
Darkness below; above, the curtains drawn,
Morn's crimson rays upon his crest are strawn.

And gorgeous hosts of Light the Night defy.

O who hath seen the morning in the hills?

O who hath climbed some mountain ere the sun,
And seen his shafts of glory quivering rise?
Then climb Old Kearsarge ere Aurora fills

The land with light; the stars pale one by one.
And, lo ! Morn's Miracle on earth and skies !



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REDSTONE QUARRY



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REDSTONE QUARRY

EVER hath the fair earth yiekled
Riches boundless for her children,
Gold of Ophir and a New World's
Mines of silver, India's silken
Wares and spices, Afric's diamond,
Pearl of ocean. Orient opal,
And a thousand iridescent
Gems of magic and of beanty ;
Woods of cherry, oak, and cedar.
Stones of sand and lime and marble
Fit for mansion, temple, palace.

In the unrecorded {eons
Of the past, O fair New Hampshire,
Earth uplifted from her bosom
Granite masses for thy mountains,
Domes of mica, quartz, and feldspar.
Pillars of thy strength and glory ;
And the Master Artist fashioned
Here at Redstone hills of granite.
Granite rose-like, clear, and beauteous.



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VIEW FROM MT. SURPRISE (VILLAGE OF INTERVALE)



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FROM MT. SURPRISE

THROUGH frngraiit dells and piny woods

Whose spell the spirit binds,
Through rarest sylvan solitudes

The roadway upward winds.

From the fair crest of Mt. Surprise,

Set in a sea of green,
A panorama beauteous lies,

Softened by shade and sheen.

Upon the far horizon's bar

Rise the eternal hills,
And morning light or evening star

Their crown of glory hlls.

Below, the Ledges gray and grim

Like Parian pillars stand ;
And Moat, in mystic shadows dim,

Lies prone along the land.

In peace beneath the northern sky.

By ancient wood and dale,
And kept by mountain warders, lie

The homes of Intervale.

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THE WIZARD BIRCH AT INTERVALE



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THE WIZARD BIRCH

THOU Wizard Tree, set here in solitude,

What changed thee from the fair form of thy kind ?
Was it some vengeful demon of the wind

That smote thee when thy trunk his way withstood ?

Or did the sun, unheedful of thy good,
Disdain to shine upon thy pearly rind
And warm thy heart? Or hast thou not divined

Why nature made of thee an alien in the wood ?

Ten thousand thousand patterns, large and small,
Hath nature for the fashion of her art ;

And yet there is naught common in them all,
Nor doth she from her pattern far depart.

And thou, Old Tree, whose growth so strange hath been

Hast yet within the red heart of thy kin.




THE CATHEDRAL PINES AT INTERVALE



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THE CATHEDRAL PINES

LIKE sentinels of somber hue and green,
Tall, statel^^ and majestic, row on row,
And stiaight as any arrow sped from bow.

These old pines stand. Soft shadows lie between,

And wandering liglits from over-arching sheen
Fall downward on the needles brown below.
Through these cool, fragrant forests deeps there flow

Tlie sweetest strains of nature's fair demesne.

here is place for loitering lover's feet.
And the fond heart its secrets may reveal ,

Here one the far thoughts of his youth may meet,
And all the wounds of life's stern battle heal ;

And 'neath the organ harmony of pine

The rapt soul here may bow at Nature's shrine.



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THE CRYSTAL HILLS

HILLS of Crystal, upward lifting,

Gleaming with a thousand glories

In the golden sun of morning.

Traversed by a thousand shadows

In the softer lights of even ;

Are ye sentient of the sunlight,

Are ye conscious of the shadow,

Throbs your great heart to the wave-beat

Ceaseless on the ocean's margin ?

From the bosom of the Atlantic
Years untold the sun hath risen,
Casting crimson on your high crests;
At his coming mists have vanished,
Like the dreams of softest slumber
When the daylight calls to action.
Like the shadow on the child's face
When the mother's kiss is given.



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Hills of Crystal, glorious, golden,
Castles reared in childish fancy,
Years agone, with you compare not !
I would lay me on your summits,
Planned by breezes out of heaven,
Breathed upon by purple vapors,
^V^ rapped in odors of the forest,
Lulled to rest by softest music
Borne up from the aged ocean.

Such the peace the gods imparted
On some far Hesperian isle or
Sunlit clime of stoi'ied icon.



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I AM THE WIND

Written in Thompson's Grove
( iVe-iy England Magazine, February, 1907)

1 AM the wind that crieth

Wliere the Storm King strides,

I am the wind that lieth
On the fair hillsides,

And man my puissance trietli
Where his proud bark rides.

When the great Void was riven
By the hand that wrought.

When light and life were given
To fulfil His thought,

I only, 'neath God's heaven,
Had a bound set not.

His messenger, I carried
Seed of the wood and wold,

And cities I have buried
In ?eon's dust and mold

Nathless my legions serried
Have not yet grown old.



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Along my path the golden
Cloud of morning flees,

Wind-harps in forests olden
Make I of the trees,

And on my pinions holden
Bi-ood I o'er the seas.

l>e seasons fair and vernal.
Or the snow be whirled,

Like Destiny eternal

Whose wing is never furled,

With messages supernal
1 course around the world.

My work hath never ended.
Since first time began ;

And in my V)reath are blended
Life and death for man.

Free, mighty, sun-descended,
I fulfil God's phm.



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OLD NEW HAMPSHIRE

FAST DAY. 1899
{In the Manchester Union)

OLD New Hampshii-e, first to enter
In the union of the Thii-teen,
Thy brave sons withstood the Briton
When the call to arms was sounded,
Foremost in that mighty conflict
For the freedom of a people ;
And in later years rebellion
Found a foe among the free-born
Of thy hills and lakes and rivers.

Thou hast given strength in battle,
Wisdom in the halls of council.
Stark and Webster, and a thousand
Who have made our broad land richer.
Products of thy field and quarries.
Products of thy myriad spindles.
Craft of brain and might of sinew.
Thou hast uiven her resources.



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On their granite bases resting,
Piercing the eternal regions,
Firmly stand thine ancient mountains.
Stand as sentinels of freedom ;
So thy virtues, deeply grounded
In the faith our fathers cherished.
Rise in action to sublime deeds,
Rise in sacrifice and service.

Christian were the old-time builders.
Christian were there sons and daughters ;
And the center of each hamlet.
In those distant days and simple.
Was the church, God's rough-hewn temple.
And by men foreseeing planted
In the wilderness. Old Dartmouth
Ministered to state and and nation.

One has spoken words of warning.
One has bidden us to ponder
On the ways almost forgotten,
And restore the ancient landmarks,
And rebuild the fallen churches.



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Can it be the past is dying.
Can it be God's arm is shortened,
And onr father's hope was groundless ?
Shall the old traditions perish,
Shall we falter in the pathways,
Falter in the ancient pathways
Trodden by the consecrated?

Rather let us think the ^Jt^ople,
Listening to i-eceding voices,
By the past ai'e still uplifted.
Guided, strengthened, and ennobled;
Rather let us trust the people
Shall continue wise and faithful,
Building on the tried foundations
Edifices nobler, grander.
Than the world has seen aforetime.

Rouse ye, children of New Hamshire,
Let your virtues, ever grounded
In the faith your fathers cherished.
Rise in action to sublime deeds.
Rise in sacrifice and service.



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