journal allusions to the old Carlisle road, the tract of swamp and woodland to the northeast, to the Easterbrook Country, farther west, begirt with birches and cedars and enticing with apple-orchards and berry pastures, and to Nine Acre Corner and Fairhaven southward, affording unsurpassed glories of sunset. The winding highway towards Sudbury and Marlborough has a special charm, for it was his chosen ramble. He once wrote in fanciful analogy,—"the pathway towards heaven lies south or southwest along the old Marlborough Road." In lighter, buoyant tone, in the essay on "Walking," he included the stanzas on this favorite expanse of country:
"When the spring stirs my blood
With the instinct to travel,
I can get enough gravel
On the old Marlborough Road.
Nobody repairs it,
For nobody wears it;"
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"If with fancy unfurled
You leave your abode,
You may go round the world
By the Old Marlborough Road."
The pines enclosing Walden, and the Lincoln woods beyond, form picturesque background to the Concord meadows. Sauntering thither from the town, along the red, sandy road, past Laurel Glen
