The Golden Spike a Centennial Remembrance
The Golden Spike a Centennial Remembrance
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His step was like the stooping of a bird, And his limbs melted into grace like things Shaped by the wind of summer. He was like A painter's fine conception such an one As he would have of Ganymede, and weep WILLISS POKMS.
Upon his pallet that he could not win The vision to his easel. Who could paint The young and shadowless spirit ? Who could chain The sparkling gladness of a heart that lives, Like a glad fountain, in the eye of light, With an uubreathing pencil ? Nature's gift Has nothing that... is like it. Sun and stream, And the new leaves of June, and the young lark That flees away into the depths of heaven, Lost in his own wild music, and the breath Of springtime, and the summer eve, and noon In the cool autumn, are like fingers swept Over sweet-toned affections but the joy That enters to the spirit of a child Is deep as his young heart : his very breath, The simple sense of being, is enough To ravish him, and like a thrilling touch He feels each moment of his life go by.
Beautiful, beautiful childhood !
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
His step was like the stooping of a bird, And his limbs melted into grace like things Shaped by the wind of summer. He was like A painter's fine conception such an one As he would have of Ganymede, and weep WILLISS POKMS.
Upon his pallet that he could not win The vision to his easel. Who could paint The young and shadowless spirit ? Who could chain The sparkling gladness of a heart that lives, Like a glad fountain, in the eye of light, With an uubreathing pencil ? Nature's gift Has nothing that... is like it. Sun and stream, And the new leaves of June, and the young lark That flees away into the depths of heaven, Lost in his own wild music, and the breath Of springtime, and the summer eve, and noon In the cool autumn, are like fingers swept Over sweet-toned affections but the joy That enters to the spirit of a child Is deep as his young heart : his very breath, The simple sense of being, is enough To ravish him, and like a thrilling touch He feels each moment of his life go by.
Beautiful, beautiful childhood !
What to read after The Golden Spike a Centennial Remembrance?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by American Geographical Society of New York to read onlineMoreLess
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