(A Modernity)
Twelve good friends
Passed under her hat,
And devil a one of them
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O Child of Nations, giant-limbed,
Who stand'st among the nations now
Unheeded, unadored, unhymned,
With unanointed brow, --
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With April here,
And first thin green on the awakening bough,
What wonderful things and dear,
My tired heart to cheer,
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One night came Winter noiselessly, and leaned
Against my window-pane.
In the deep stillness of his heart convened
The ghosts of all his slain.
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I see the harsh, wind-ridden, eastward hill,
By the red cattle pastured, blanched with dew;
The small, mossed hillocks where the clay gets through;
The grey webs woven on milkweed tops at will.
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All night the lone cicada
Kept shrilling through the rain–
A voice of joy undaunted
By unforgotten pain.
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O thou who hast beneath Thy hand
The dark foundations of the land,--
The motion of whose ordered thought
An instant universe hath wrought,--
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When the lights come out in the cottages
Along the shores at eve,
And across the darkening water
The last pale colours leave;
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O thou who lovest not alone
The swift success, the instant goal,
But hast a lenient eye to mark
The failures of th' inconstant soul,
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It is so long ago; and men well-nigh
Forget what gladness was, and how the earth
Gave corn in plenty, and the rivers fish,
And the woods meat, before he went away.
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