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Thou hastenest down between the hills to meet me at the road, the secret scarcely lisping of thy beautiful abode among the pines and mosses of yonder shadowy height, where thou dost sparkle into song, and fill the woods with light.

-Lucy Larcom

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Thou Hastenest Down Between The Hills To

Lucy Larcom

Thou hastenest down between the hills to meet me at the road, the secret scarcely lisping of thy beautiful abode among the pines and mosses of yonder shadowy height, where thou dost sparkle into song, and fill the woods with light.

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Is it thy will, thy image should keep open my heavy eyelids to the weary night? dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken, while shadows like to thee do mock my sight? is it thy spirit that thou send'st from thee so far from home into my deeds to pry, to find out shames and idle hours in me, the scope and tenor of thy jealousy? o, no! thy love, though much, is not so great: it is my love that keeps mine eye awake: mine own true love that doth my rest defeat, to play the watchman ever for thy sake: for thee watch i, whilst thou dost wake elsewhere, from me far off, with others all too near.

God is alpha and omega in the great world: endeavor to make him so in the little world; make him thy evening epilogue and thy morning prologue; practice to make him thy last thought at night when thou sleepest, and thy first thought in the morning when thou awakest; so shall thy fancy be sanctified in the night, and thy understanding rectified in the day; so shall thy rest be peaceful, thy labors prosperous, thy life pious, and thy death glorious.

If thy faith have no doubts, thou has just cause to doubt thy faith; and if thy doubts have no hope, thou hast just reason to fear despair; when therefore thy doubts shall exercise thy faith, keep thy hopes firm to qualify thy doubts; so shall thy faith be secured from doubts; so shall thy doubts be preserved from despair.

If with love thy heart has burned; if thy love is unreturned; hide thy grief within thy breast, though it tear thee unexpressed; for when love has once departed from the eyes of the false-hearted, and one by one has torn off quite the bandages of purple light; though thou wert the loveliest form the soul had ever dressed, thou shalt seem, in each reply, a vixen to his altered eye; thy softest pleadings seem too bold, thy praying lute will seem to scold; though thou kept the straightest road, yet thou errest far and broad.

Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, and for thy maintenance commits his body to painful labour both by sea and land, to watch the night in storms, the day in cold, whilst thou liest warm at home, secure and safe; and craves no other tribute at thy hands but love, fair looks and true obedience; too little payment for so great a debt.

Blow, blow, thou winter wind, thou art not so unkind as mans ingratitude thy tooth is not so keen, because thou art not seen, although thy breath be rude. heigh-ho sing, heigh-ho unto the green holly most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly. then heigh-ho the holly this life is most jolly. freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, that dost not bite so nigh as benefits forgot though thou the waters warp, thy sting is not so sharp as friend rememberd not.

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