The Atlantic Monthly, Vol. 21
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Excerpt from The Atlantic Monthly, Vol. 21: A Magazine of Literature, Science, Art, and Politics The Wife. Have ceased, and we can draw our breath once more Freely and full. So, as yon harvesters Make glad their nooning underneath the elms With tale and riddle and old snatch of song, I lay aside grave themes, and idly play With fancies borrowed from remembered hills That beckon to me from the cold blue North. And yet not idly all. A farmer´s son, Proud of field lore and harvest-craft, and feeling All their fine possibilities, while yet Knowing too well the hard necessities Of labor and privation, and the bare And colorless realities of life Without an atmosphere, I fain would see The rugged outlines touched and glorified With mellowing haze and golden-tinted mist. Our yeoman should be equal to his home Set in these fair green valleys, purple-walled, - A man to match his mountains, not a drudge Dull as the clod he turns. I fain would teach In this light way the blind eyes to discern, And the cold hearts to feel, in common things, Beatitudes of beauty; and, meanwhile, Pay somewhat of the mighty debt I owe To Nature for her ministry of love And life-long benediction. With the rocks And woods and mountain valleys which have been Solace in suffering, and exceeding joy In life´s best moments, I would leave some sign, When I am but a name and memory, That I have loved them. Haply, in the years That wait to take the places of our own, Whispered upon some breezy balcony Fronting the hills, or where the lake in the moon Sleeps dreaming of the mountains, fair as Ruth, In the old Hebrew pastoral, at the feet Of Boaz, even this little lay of mine May lift some burden from a heavy heart, Or make a light one lighter for its sake. We held our sideling way above The rivers whitening shallows, By homesteads old, with wide-flung barns Swept through and through by swallows, - By maple orchards, belts of pine And larches climbing darkly The mountain slopes, and, over all, The great peaks rising starkly. You should have seen that long hill-range With gaps of brightness rivers, - About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
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