A Story of Old Brookfield
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Of its rush and roar; Of the cool sweet breath of its treacherous lips, That whisper of love to the white winged ships, Till they follow— follow— follow— no more.
To behold the cliffs of the loved home shore!" And the sands slip closer the lake, to hear Of the sea, — their cheeks wet with many a tear.
Yea! E'en when they hear of the joy that leaps, When the west wind over the ocean sweeps.
And its wrath is calmed ; and the good ships fly- Like homing doves o'er an azure sky; For tears are born ...not alone of pain. There are tears like the drops of the summer rain ; That cools the burning cheeks of the sky; That lifts the flowers drooping wearily; That kisses the hair of the maple trees ; And breathes health into the feverish breeze.
And as John White knelt by Wickaboag's shore, They were tears of joy, brimmed his wan eyes o'er, — That in spite of the length of the unmarked way, And the pain that was gnawing his life away.
He was near to his journey's end. Fresh strength Crept into his wounded limbs ; and at length, He reached a pine crowned knoll — from where.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
Of its rush and roar; Of the cool sweet breath of its treacherous lips, That whisper of love to the white winged ships, Till they follow— follow— follow— no more.
To behold the cliffs of the loved home shore!" And the sands slip closer the lake, to hear Of the sea, — their cheeks wet with many a tear.
Yea! E'en when they hear of the joy that leaps, When the west wind over the ocean sweeps.
And its wrath is calmed ; and the good ships fly- Like homing doves o'er an azure sky; For tears are born ...not alone of pain. There are tears like the drops of the summer rain ; That cools the burning cheeks of the sky; That lifts the flowers drooping wearily; That kisses the hair of the maple trees ; And breathes health into the feverish breeze.
And as John White knelt by Wickaboag's shore, They were tears of joy, brimmed his wan eyes o'er, — That in spite of the length of the unmarked way, And the pain that was gnawing his life away.
He was near to his journey's end. Fresh strength Crept into his wounded limbs ; and at length, He reached a pine crowned knoll — from where.
What to read after A Story of Old Brookfield?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Frances Bartlett to read onlineMoreLess
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