Mabel Martin : a Harvest Idyl
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Mabel Martin.
The look of one who, merging not Her self-hood in another's will, Is love's and duty's handmaid still.
Pass with me down the path that winds Through birches to the open land, Where, close upon the river strand Mabel 'Martin..
You mark a, cellar, vine o'errun, Above whose wall of loosened stones The sumach lifts its reddening cones, And the black nightshade's berries shine.
And broad, unsightly burdocks fold The household ruin, century-old.
Mabel Martin.
Here, in the dim colonial t...ime Of sterner lives and gloomier faith, A woman lived, tradition saith.
Who wrought her. neighbors, foul, annoy, , And witched and plagued the country-side, Till at the hangman's hand- she died.
Sit with me while the westering day Falls slantwise down the quiet vale, And, haply, ere yon loitering sail.
Mabel Martin.
That rounds the upper headland, falls Below Deer Island's pines, or sees Behind it Hawkswood's belt of trees Rise black .' against the sinking sun, My idyl of its days of old, The valley's legend shall be told.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
Mabel Martin.
The look of one who, merging not Her self-hood in another's will, Is love's and duty's handmaid still.
Pass with me down the path that winds Through birches to the open land, Where, close upon the river strand Mabel 'Martin..
You mark a, cellar, vine o'errun, Above whose wall of loosened stones The sumach lifts its reddening cones, And the black nightshade's berries shine.
And broad, unsightly burdocks fold The household ruin, century-old.
Mabel Martin.
Here, in the dim colonial t...ime Of sterner lives and gloomier faith, A woman lived, tradition saith.
Who wrought her. neighbors, foul, annoy, , And witched and plagued the country-side, Till at the hangman's hand- she died.
Sit with me while the westering day Falls slantwise down the quiet vale, And, haply, ere yon loitering sail.
Mabel Martin.
That rounds the upper headland, falls Below Deer Island's pines, or sees Behind it Hawkswood's belt of trees Rise black .' against the sinking sun, My idyl of its days of old, The valley's legend shall be told.
What to read after Mabel Martin : a Harvest Idyl?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Whittier John Greenleaf to read onlineMoreLess
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