Hillsboro People by Dorothy Canfield
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IN NEW NEW ENGLAND
THE DELIVERER NOCTES AMBROSIANAE (Poem) HILLSBORO'S GOOD LUCK SALEM HILLS TO ELLIS ISLAND (Poem) AVUNCULUS BY ABANA AND PHARPAR (Poem) FINIS A VILLAGE MUNCHAUSEN THE ARTIST WHO ELSE HEARD IT? (Poem) A DROP IN THE BUCKET THE GOLDEN TONGUE OF IRELAND (Poem) PIPER TIM ADESTE FIDELES! VERMONT Wide and shallow in the cowslip marshes Floods the freshet of the April snow. Late drifts linger in the hemlock gorges, Through the brakes and mosses trickling slow Where the Mayflower, Where the painted trillium, leaf and blow. Foliaged deep, the cool midsummer maples Shade the porches of the long white street; Trailing wide, Olympian elms lean over Tiny churches where the highroads meet. Fields of fireflies Wheel all night like stars among the wheat. |
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