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M E M O RIAL D A Y,
E LL U S TH E S T O RY V ET E RAN S !
F OR E FATH E R S D A Y
D AFFA D O WN D ILLY
T HE S O L D I E R O F TH E M O N U M E NT
A D I S A P PO INT ED D A U G HT E R
C O RN TH E N ATI O NAL E M B L E M
T HE L E SSO N O F
O N S O U THA M PT O N B EAC H
A RB O R D A Y
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included in Warner s Th e World s Best
Literature and other anthologies Busy in other
lines o f literary work M r s Bayne has neglected to
make any collection o f her poems Her sons and
daughter have gathered these from The New
England Magazine The Independent The Youth s
Companion S t Nicholas S pringfield Republican
and Hartford Courant into this little volume which
they present to their mother as a birthday gift
knowing also that it will give plea sure to her many
friends They can o ff er nothing better as an intro
duction to The Hadley Ballads than this letter one
of many received by M rs Bayne from Mr Charles
D udley Warner :
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I w a s v ery glad to hear from you in reply to
my request and to know that you are still doing
good work Yo u will be sure to be doing that
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OD U C TI ON
wherev er y o u are
It does not make so much
di ff erence whether w e publish wh at we do or not
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the little time we are in this world the th ing is to
be serviceable in o ur generation and that you are
I like more the oftener I read your Hadley
Weathercock It is a real poem of the kind that
appears only now and then It has that rare merit
pa rticularity with the widest generalization Your
poems satisfy the mind for loca l picturesqueness
and they have the wide sweep w hich marks all great
thought The Hadley Weathercock was hailed with
delight by my assistants with the remark that it
o l l d give distinction to o ur volume o f poet ry
Accept the assurance of my great regard
Yours Sincerely
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C HA S DU DLEY
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N Hadley steeple proud I
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S teadfast and true I never flit
S ummer and winter night and day
The merry winds around me play
An d far below my gilded feet
The generations come and go
In o n e unceasing ebb and flow
Year after year in Hadley street
I nothing care I only know
God sits above He wills it so !
While roundabout and roundabout and
roundabout I go
The way 0 the w ind the changing wind
the way 0 the wind to Show
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The hands tha t f o r me paid the gold
A century si n ce have turned to mould !
And all the crowds w h o sa w me ne w
In se v enteen hundred fi f ty two
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And beautiful as o n e could fi n d ]
D ead long years dead and o ut o f mind
Those stately dames and gallant men !
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God ruleth all He wills it so :
And roundabout and roundabout a n d
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The way 0 the wind the changing wind
the w ay 0 the w ind to Show
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The wind blew south the wind blew north
I sa w an army marching fo rth
And when the wind was hushed and still
I heard them talk o f Bunker Hill
From S aratoga bold Burgoyne
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To Aqua Vita e s plain marched down
In Hadley mansion stop t to dine
The n ew S tate comes ! The King must go !
Glory to God who wills it so !
And roundabout and roundabout and
roundabout I go
The way 0 the wind the changing wind
the w a y 0 the w ind to Show
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The wind blows east the wind blows wes t
In Hadley street the same unrest
O n e v ery breeze that hither com es
I hear the rolling o f the drums
And well do I know the warning !
The wind blows north the wind blow s south
The ball has left the cannon s mouth
An d the land is filled with mourning
In Freedom s name they struck the blow
The Land is O ne God wills it so
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And roundabout and roundabout and
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The way 0 the wind the changing w ind
the way 0 the wind to Sho w
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Though all things change upon the ground
Unchanging sure I m ever found
In calm or tempest sun o r rain
N0 eye inquires o f me in vain
Though many a man betrays h is trust
Though some may honor sell or bu y
Like Peter some their Lord deny
Yet here I preach till I am rus t
Blow high blow low come w eal o r wo e
Go d sits above He w ills it so
Then roundabout and roundabout and
roundabout I ll go
The way 0 the wind the changing wind
the w ay 0 the w ind to Show
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s ei ed and sold to th e ch u ch at D ee fi l d M ass F ebrua y 2 8 th
1 7 0 3 th ee h u nd e d F re n ch and I ndia ns surp ised that to w n
killed about fo ty destro ye d the to wn and took nearl y one hun
d re d capti ves to Canada and recapt u red the bell
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H E AR a bell ring soft and low
I hear a bell across the snow
I hear a bell o f lon g ago
Ring M is er er e D o min e !
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In France the chapel bell is blessed
For those dark converts of the West
Who lately the true faith confessed
Ring Gl oria ti bi D o min e !
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Wan J esuits labor patiently
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Lord we have given up all for Thee
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With lights and flowers the altar s Spread
The priest h i s christening prayer h a s said
And holy water o er it Shed
Ring Gl or ia ti bi D o min e !
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Wild winds rough billows bore it well
Worse fate than shipwre ck then befell
The heretics have seized the bell !
Ring M is er er e D o mi n e !
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Israel shall divide the prey !
T ake yonder goodly bell
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And send it where the faithful pray
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S uch loss may w ell the Papist sha r e
Nor tawny Amalek Shall dare
Uplift a cross or chant a prayer
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O h blind ! when shall the light befal l ?
O n y our God priest and Indian call
The O ne Great Father over all
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O h chapel bell of silver tongue !
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From D ee rfi el d
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The notes fly o ut like angel wings
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Think ye the Indian will forget ?
Think ye he will not pay the debt ?
LO ! D ee r fi el d s sun in blood h a s set !
N e i n f ur o r e D o m in e !
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Her men are slain her town is low
The mournful remnant captive go
Ring D e pr of a n dis D oiii in e !
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Under the cold and pitiless skies
I see them climb the farthest rise !
An unknown way before them l ies
Ring M is er er e D o min e !
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Wend slowly northward captive train !
Ye know not in your grief and pain
The Lord shall bring his own again !
Ring Gl or ia ti bi D o m in e !
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I hear a bell ring soft and low
I hear a bell across the snow
I hear a bell of long ago
Ring M is er er e D o min e !
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N AU DI B LE voices call us and we go !
Invisible hands restrain us and we stay !
Forces unfelt by our dull senses sway
O ur wavering wills and hedge us in the way
We call o ur o wn because we do n o t know
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To greet Life s dearest J o y the other side !
We linger laughi n g where the ways divide
S aying
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Danger s red signal yea black imminent doom !
We knock impatient on TO morrow s d oor
Behind which S orrow sits ! nor evermore
S hall anything be as it was before
Nor sweet TO day s unheeded rose rebloom
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Are we then slave s Of ignorant circumstance ?
Nay God forbid ! We have the heavenly Guide
The Lamp O f Life the Way both sure and tried
If we but walk therein nor stray outside
God holds th e world n ot blind unreasoning
Chance !
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sits at his door at close of day
O ur strange sad neighbor over the w a y
NO o n e o f his o w n with him to s tay !
S O alone he dwells alone alway
In a house that w a s built in d a ys o f yore
With a high pitched roof and a carved front d oor
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The ceaseless flight of o ur tennis ball
To the lithe young player s merry call
S weet songs of the birds at ev en fall
The laughter o f children through it all
He heeds not hears not a day long sped
I S present to him he lives with the dead
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Is it not pleasant Oh neighbo r mine
To sit at your door in sweet sunshine ?
The grape blossom scent is poured like wine
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Was ever a J une before 8 0 fine
Dark a re the days to me dreary and Slow
And I ought to hav e died long years ago
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An d weary weary the sunset days
Yea owls and dragons the Good Book says
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S hall dwell in their pleasant palaces
But your long l ife surely some good has seen ?
Few few and ev il my days have been
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I pity neighbor your lonel y p l ight
And oftentimes in the chill midnight
I ve seen your wakeful candle alight !
— His eyes are glittering now and bright
Lonely ? O h n o ! If you could but see
Those who at midnight come to me !
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You call it my house it is not so
It is the i rs the dead of long ago !
S till it is theirs and above below
Ov er the house they wanderin g go
O h t hey call me queer and a little o ut
But I ve seen strange sights Oh no doubt
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And o n e there is stern and dark and tall
l Loo k ! there is his picture on the wall !
(O n his cheek the mark o f a British ball !
A s an elder godly a man of prayer
A s a soldier he dared what few may dare
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And the scent O f her rolled and powdered hair !
! I see her Sitting erect and fair
lYo n d er in that ol d fi dd l e backed chair !
A famous beauty a toasted belle
Was my great grandmother I ve heard tel l
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At my door and window shoves and pushes
S tanding under the lilac bushes
lM O l l y the witch the lightning flushes
But she stays outside she never comes in
And she curses all of our kith and kin
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S ometimes at nightfall overhead
My mother puts ten children to bed
Her youngest her baby s Old white hea d
Will soon I hope in the grave be lai d
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust !
My time must be near ! Oh s urely it must !
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S itting there gilt with the sunset s gol d
He and his house look O l d S O Ol d !
While I think o f the story he has told
The past s dim pictures j ust unrolled !
But I wish I wish I had eyes to see
O ur neighbor s most worshipful company !
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lHea v ie her Curse hath layn v p on Hadley feered on
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S pirit to S athan
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I S O l d is Shee bodie
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tFo r o ur God s hid Purpose doubtless i s shee su f
f ered to d o e vs I I
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Shee hath ca l e d ye Thunder from Heaven
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Barne Of her neighbor shee
laughed for it p l ea s d her wel
S he hath cast a S pel on ye C a ttel y t they so ul d not
passe her D oore
A great Load o f Haye from y e M e dd o we She turn d
wh a Finger o er !
Ye bould Carter th r ea t d her with h y s Wh ip p e
Fo r sur el ie God is f a y n
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Webster of Hadle y a n otabl e witch w as examined
in B oston gaol before th e G o v ernor and A ssistants ele v en years
b efore the excite m ent at S ale m acc used of bewitching the cattl e
ib l igh ti g the crops etc
S h e w as ac ! uitt e d and ret u rned w ith
myste rious death of Lie ut S m ith a
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T h story is tol d b y C otto n M ather i n the
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Lord staie Thy hand for y S is moyer than Thy
f ra y l S er ua n t mae bear !
More oft with dyre Groanings and Tears he wal
lows in myre Of ye D itch
D igged for hys sOul by y t o wn daughter of S athan
ye Hadley witch !
:Y e healthful Potions ye Chirurgeon sends from ye
gallipots Power out
Ye bedd v p h ea ues ye h o us is shaken
ye sto o l es
are h v rl d aboute
Hee d y d in ye Night they sa y p ra y se God S h e
may neuer v ex him mower !
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Pray Christian p ep l e who heere y s Tayl whoever
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Pray for ye Peece of Hadley for sorely try d are
wee !
Pray y t o ur godly Ministers wh Fast p ro cl a y m ed
Prayer
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May from S athan the Old Land lord s clutch
thys fayre New England tear !
tY ea thus hee kicks a g a y n st the pricks
hys Imps
groe ouer Bold
As he sees y t land passe from his Power w h hee
hath o un e d O f ould !
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Molly Webster s
Ye Idyl S port O f wicked Fiends
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N Whately Glen the map l es glow !
The year s last w a tch fi r es burning l o w !
From darkling grove O f spruce and pine
With flash and glitter and Silver Shine
The hurrying waters downward flow
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And Nature s lovers thither go !
For all t heir mistress moods they know
And they shall see her fair and fine
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Upon the heights the breezes blow
Th e velvet hills ra n ge row o n row
O ut to the far horizon line
Full draughts o f Nature s choicest wine
With lavish hand sh e doth bestow
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H beautiful Hadley meadows h o w fair y o u are
to night !
Glooming in purple shadow glinting in amber
light !
With shimmer Of Silver poplars and pine trees richer
green
And the river winding Slowly its emerald banks
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O h dear and sweet Connecticut in lands beyond the
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There is no storied river to be compared with thee !
N O fairest foreign landscape S O the heart with
pleasure thrills
As this o ur happy valley girt with eternal hills !
Yet throu gh this smiling vale once swept the scathe
o f Indian ire
And marked its dea d ly footprints here in massacre
and fire
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softly dark the night came down two hundred
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O n l y the wind among the pines the ri ver s murmur
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When yon d er in their ancient fo rt the council ring
was set
And Philip s wily messenger the Hadley Indians
met
The w hite man s eyes are blind with Sleep h is ears
are dull and dead !
He sees no dusky gliding form s he he ars no steal
thy tread !
But when the morning brigh tens and the Hadley
townsmen come
To take the Indians arms away the empty fort is
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Yet speaks o f plotted t reason
for these Nip n et
heathen cling
Close as serpents eggs together
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O h sighing pines o f Po cumtuck green elms Of
D eerfi el d val e !
Ye sa w the Indian serpents coiled beside the narro w
trail
O h flower and crown o f E ssex youth the glory o f
our host !
Ye are become the heathens prey and miserably
lost
For E ssex s maids and matrons long shall wail their
gallant dead !
Like mourning Rachel shall they w eep n o r shall be
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Had not the Lord been o n o ur side the re v e r end
elders say
O ur hearts had fainted utterl y after this dreadful
day
But the Lord hath sent His angel we sa w it with
o ur eyes
It was o n a Fast day morning in time Of ex ercise
While reverend Mr Russel did right painfully
expound
Revelation eleven three with searchings most
profound
Behold the time approacheth and the S i gn 15 set
o n high !
NO l onger shall His witnesses in deserts p r Op h
e sy i
It cometh it is at the door the great Da y of the
Lord !
He will avenge His slaughtered saints accordi ng
to His word
S o rapt were we from things of sense in holy fer
v o r then
Almost we sa w the shining of the New J erusalem
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When from the watchman at the door arose a
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The Indians ! the Indians ! The Indians are nigh !
As when the fowler s net is cast above the trem
bling bird
T here w as a gen e ral e xpectation of the R e v ol u tion occu ing
{ so m e y ears later in E ngland and a looking upon it as a f ul fi l
m cnt of prophes y T h e tw o regicid e s th e n hiding in Hadl ey
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stood we terror stricken there and no o n e spake
o r stirred
Then rushed against o ur savage foe but v ainly
did we strive !
Not a house had stood in H a dley n o r soul been
left alive
Had God not sent to rescu e us His m i ghty Angel
down !
To rally us and lead us save the people and the
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To the Lord o f Hosts give glory ! let the praise
be His alone !
In time o f o ur extremity was His deliverance
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his attack of the savages during a Fast day se vice and the
app e arance of a strangely attire d old m
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who led the s ettl e rs in th e rep ulse of th e I ndians and m y s te
is a well know n t adition of Hadle y Goffe
ri u l y disapp e ared
and Whalle y w e e th e n under s entenc e f death and fli ce s of
King Charles I I hunting through N ew E ngland for the m O nl y
M R ussel and t w o othe s kne w of th e ir pr e sence in Had l ey
and th ey we re glad to fost e the nat u al belief of th e settlers
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S O early only the blue bird knew
Thousands of little flowers grew together
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They nod and smile though branches are bare
S o daintily hued and faintly sweet
What blossoms of S ummer are half SO fair ?
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O f life from death to the doubter s need
O f rest after struggle and grief and pain
The text The Lord is risen indeed !
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H O hath said that the Past is dead ?
Buried deep neath the withered years ?
That the dead Of the past are at rest
With their loves and hates their hopes and
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And the living have naught f o r them now but fond
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And they stretch strong hands from their
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They clutch TO day w h o had Yesterday
Yet who denies o r their menace br a ves ?
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In the path that your hands make clear
S hall you order coming and going ?
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S hall you then buy and sell witho ut fear
a y the dead forbid ! witness their hands and seals
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Love calls a youth and a maide n
Young Love h e laughs at a ge and death !
They lived their lives they rest in their graves
What have they to do with us he saith !
Poo r blind Lov e he will not learn e en n o w he is
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A mist like breath from cedare d v ale
Where lie the scarce remembered dead !
Their grandsires were foes a century gone
Bitte r foes alway they must n ot wed
And the hateful ghoul O f a long dead feud with
their fresh young hearts i s fed !
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Ye must coin it anew with toil
Would you loosen the grip of their han d s
And wipe from its shine the graveyard soil
It is theirs not yours ye are bound in lengthening
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P O N the o l d Hadley steeple
In the days of long ago
They placed a gilded weathercock
The way 0 the wind to Show
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And there through many changing years
It circled round about
The new Republic entered in !
King George the Third went o ut
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The paint was bought the ladders set
The walls and soaring height
O f the spire up to the gilded ball
S hone forth a dazzling white
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But when the work was j ust complete
A dreadful thing occurred !
As Hadley people rose that morn
They miss ed their ancient bird
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The letter W pointed east
Westward the letter E
While N and S w ere turn ed about
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And above them vacancy !
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Head shakes and whispers sage
The deacons four with stormy brows
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And two went slowly down
Pausing at store and mill and barn
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Pentecost P rin g ida y s
Held in such wholesome dread
I think he never saw a boy
With a hat upon his head
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Leadbetter his shop
In the big chimney s shade
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A heavy hand is o n each arm !
A keen eye runs them through !
A deep voice tolls the knell of doom :
You stole God s Rooster Y OU !
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Then S olomon Ward and M in d wel l Bird
All trembling from the Shock
Brought quickly from its hiding place
The gilded weathercock
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Upon the Old Hadley steeple
Where the merry b reezes pla y
It stands a solemn witness
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S AW an aged apple tree in May
When all the air was Shimmering with m i st
O f tender leaves and pearl and amethyst
S hone in the grass where spring went o n her way !
Gnarled crooked old the emblem o f decay
S tanding unwelcome at the spring s sweet try st :
In vain alas ! in vain the sun has kissed
Thee Nature s j oyous Resurrection Da y
Finds no life here to waken all in vain
The great earth swells beneath and o n thy head
Fall softly coax ing fingers O f the rain :
S O mourned I for the tree I thought was dead
Yet J une s first morning saw those boughs enclose
A fragran t miracle o f apple blo w s !
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A thought it wafts to me which stays and clings
A thought o f those sa d unresponsive souls
To whose unseeing gaze Nature unrolls
In vain her ma rvelous pictures w hen the springs
Wake life anew in all created things
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And win d flo wer s flutter white on all the knolls
When summe r fill s he r roses c r imson bowls
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With perfume and for j oy the robin sings
When Autumn s altar fir es are burning low
O r w hen the moon sharp in the frosty sky
Etches the winter elms upon the snow
They know it not they eat and drink and die :
Yet touched by God s own finger in His spring
Their souls may burst to fragrant blossoming !
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Faith ! which trembling clings and half afraid
To those great rocks which ha v e all souls upsta y ed
Fo r ages this shall thine ex emplar be :
Wet with life s tears and shaken in its storms
S tand fast ! a face serene to heaven uplift !
Like thee Anemone !
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N GE more m y Country keep
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Thy solemn tryst abov e the my riad mounds
Where thy dead heroes sleep !
D o ff thy plumed helm lay by thy rea dy s w or d
Which flashed but n o w and sit thee lowl y do wn
Where these are lying these whose lives w ere Wa r d
Fo r thee in utmost stress o f darkest days !
Yea all thy sons in years and centuries gone
Wh o died f o r thee ! Gi v e them thy tender praise
D rop flowers and tears above them call their name s
Hold their high deeds o n History s page o f gol d
Again to light and fan the constant flames
O n Freedom s alta r till all time is told !
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Come hither blooming May !
Bring all thy treasures buds and lea v es a n d
flowers
For this mo st sacred day !
Heap southern roses yello w w hite an d red
O ver the soldier s bed
With j essa m in e stars and rich magnolia bl oom
Grand a s the courage that tu rned nev er back
No r faltered though th e day w as lost and l ow
The path declined in shade s o f doubt and gloom
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ring the pale blossoms o f the northern S pring !
ure as the faith that gave a l l nor denied
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cet valley lilies lilacs faint with scent
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love war wasted columbines that swing
n d Shaken o n the cli ff s anemones
rom cold New England hills and bind with these
he warriors laurel ! count no bloom to o rare
costly f o r this strewing ! All were cheap
ide their awful gift ! The strong young West
h blossoms bright and starry banner drooped
ll pause to honor heroes where they rest !
ile nations throng to fill h is banquet halls
S hall pause and meditate
O n precious things and great
Unmeasured in the markets o f the world :
Faith outweighs Silver love is more than gold
Honor hath worth untold
Life is too poor held when th y country cal l s !
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H O fi tl y can declare
The glory and the value to mankind
O f the great hills that r ear
Above the bustle Of the busy plain
Above the want a n d sorrow and doubt and sin
Above the struggle o f toiling hand and brain
The infinite consolation of their calm ?
Round all the earth down all the hollow y ears
S ince Israel s King lifted his weary eyes
T o their eternal strength and sought the b a l m
O f their sweet quiet yea to this o ur day
S hall men resort where these great preachers rise !
The e v erlasting truths that hold the worl d
Teaching in w ordless se r m on and silent psa l m !
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Come here where Greylock rolls
Itself toward heaven ! in these deep silences
World worn and fretted souls
Bathe and be clean ! Cares drift like mists aw ay
Reformers hurrying the Millennium s da w n
Urging to —morrow s blossom to bloom to day
Here gird your ba ffled warring minds a ne w
With God s enduring patience ! Linger here
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hen through light l ea v es the west w ind w hisper
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hen summer s breath the warm pine filte r s
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hen autumn tempests shiver against its sides
hen terrible in inaccessible snows
e wh o would learn the secret Of the hills
o d gi v e you grace to know it and hold it true !
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E LL us the story veterans !
Tell it all over aga in
Fo r the years are flying swiftly
And babes have grown to be men
S ince the days that we remember
Comrades thirty years a go
When o ur land was rent asunder
And a brother w a s the foe
Ah those days o f weary waiting !
D ays o f death and wounds and pain
May such times o f bitter sorrow
Nev er cloud o ur land again
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Thank God that our whole wide count r y
Now is one in very truth !
Thank God that a brighter future
I S Opening to her youth !
For another generation
S hall the olden feud desp i se !
They shall bring their mother country
Larger hearts and calmer eyes
And we scatter fragrant flowers
O ver all these graves to day
Nor ask if on ce the sods were heaped
O n the blue coat o r the gray
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Bring all your wealth o f flowers
TO do them honor where they lie
Unforgotten dead of ours !
And then returning from their graves
O ld memories thrilling yet
Go sa y to your children s children
What they must never forget !
Fo r flags are waving o er new gra v es
With each Memorial D a y
V eteran ranks are growing thin
The youngest veteran gray !
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Call every noble name
S how them from what dread baptism
O ur mighty republic came !
Lead them through all the perilous path
O ur stern forefathers trod
And plant the love o f country deep
Yes next to the lov e o f Go d !
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D a ff adowndilly !
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The air is so chilly
I very much fear
You ll regret y ou are here
And will w ish yourself under ground
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You surely are illy
Prepared for the weather
S leet snow hail all together
Yo u w ill ce rtainly freeze little
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I think y o u are silly !
From your cream colored nose
To your little green toes
You re shi v ering you know you are
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S ays kind little Lily !
Hear the wind how it roars !
I wil l take y o u indoors
Where y o u w ill be snug and warm
D a ff adowndilly !
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thus we saw him stand
In the Old war time gone by
D arkly drawn against the Sky
With his musket in h is hand !
O n some rampart s sodded height
Glorified in sunset light
With the rapt look in his eyes
Gazing northward far away
D reaming o f the meeting day
In the home that northward lies !
While to westward sinks the sun
And beneath the sunset gun
S peaks the soldier s ste rn good —night
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Turned to that slow flow in g ri v er
Where the laughing ripples quiver
Neath the lover s silver star
Truly shalt thou homeward come
But to beat O f muffled drum !
In the bright S eptember weathe r
When y ou valley fills with fight
Trampling love and life and light
In on e rifle pit together !
Thus thy furlough has begun
At the setting Of the sun
S O young so l d ier ca m st thou home !
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Ever thus we see him stand !
In the crowded busy street !
Halting there h is marching feet
With h is musket in h is hand
S tanding for o ur sons to see
In long years that are to be !
With the rapt look in his eyes
Gazing forward far away
D rea m ing o f a meeting day
In the home that heavenward lie s
S tand forever young and fair
Comrade still that image bear
To o ur last posterit y !
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AMA the girls at o ur school
For o ur Colonial Tea
S ay quaint Old gowns will be the rule !
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And all my schoolmates kno w
O ur attic s full as I t can be
O f gowns worn long a go
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To show the girls downstairs
They re a l l the l a tes t s ty l e th a t s
What ev ery bo dy wears !
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Madame la Comtesse B
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T w ould v ex a v ery saint !
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H laughing yellow bearded Corn !
Thou art the heir the eldest born
O n every side through all o ur land
Th y serried ranks rej oicing stand
Thou lusty darling o f the Morn !
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Thou fil l est Plent y s golden horn
And food and drink a re in thy hand
O h laughing yellow bearded Corn !
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N 0 race a nobler crest has worn
S ince Henry bore to high command
Plant a genet in Old England
Come and o u r goddess cap adorn
O h laughing yellow b eard ed Co rn !
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The one great lesson by all history taught
Wh o would let fall from idl e ca rel ess hand
The rich inheritance hard won blood bought !
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Through every age this solemn warning rings !
From Egypt s pyramid from China s wall
From Silent sepulchers o f conquering kings !
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O n the proud zenith in full splendor burns
I ts o n e brie f hour then strength and virtue spent
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D ear country ! All thy children ! o y to see
While seers wh o watch thy motion from afar
Predict that high meridian place f o r thee
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Is there n o lesson w e w ere wise to heed
In desolate palaces and crumbling thrones ?
Rome V enice S pain— who runs may surely read
The lesson grav en on their famous stones
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Lie dragons centuries old and gorged with hate
God grant thee mercy in His day o f wrath !
God raise thee champions for thine hour o f fate !
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HIL E E dward chose an apple t r ee
And J ohn a Bartlett pear
And Will a Shag bark hickory
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Pl ant chemis tree geo mO tree
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I ll go o ut early Arbor D a y
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H E Hadley elms ! in wh a t forgotten year
Men planted them to make o ur village fair
We cannot know The sun and earth and air
Have fostered them and those who set them here
Have fled so far beyond even history s ear
S carce knows their footfall Lasting precious
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From this o ur generation ? These gifts these
Would we leave with thee f o r thy j oy and praise
Fo r the Republic s need in bitter days
True men good women beneath the Hadley
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When danger threats and sorrow overwhelms
T o stand strong beautiful as Hadley elms !
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