AMONG THE HILLS.
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"Unspoken homilies of peace
Her daily life is preaching;
The still refreshment of the dew
Is her unconscious teaching.
Her daily life is preaching;
The still refreshment of the dew
Is her unconscious teaching.
"And never tenderer hand than hers
Unknits the brow of ailing;
Her garments to the sick man's ear
Have music in their trailing.
Unknits the brow of ailing;
Her garments to the sick man's ear
Have music in their trailing.
"And when, in pleasant harvest moons,
The youthful huskers gather,
Or sleigh-drives on the mountain ways
Defy the winter weather,—
The youthful huskers gather,
Or sleigh-drives on the mountain ways
Defy the winter weather,—
"In sugar-camps, when south and warm
The winds of March are blowing,
And sweetly from its thawing veins
The maple's blood is flowing,—
The winds of March are blowing,
And sweetly from its thawing veins
The maple's blood is flowing,—
"In summer, where some lilied pond
Its virgin zone is baring,
Or where the ruddy autumn fire
Lights up the apple-paring,—
Its virgin zone is baring,
Or where the ruddy autumn fire
Lights up the apple-paring,—
"The coarseness of a ruder time
Her finer mirth displaces,
A subtler sense of pleasure fills
Each rustic sport she graces.
Her finer mirth displaces,
A subtler sense of pleasure fills
Each rustic sport she graces.
"Her presence lends its warmth and health
To all who come before it.
If woman lost us Eden, such
As she alone restore it.
To all who come before it.
If woman lost us Eden, such
As she alone restore it.
