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Here is princely interchange
Of the gifts of shore and field,
Starred with treasures rare and strange
That the liberal sea-chests yield.
America the Beautiful and Other Poems (1911)
Never was there lovelier town
Than our Falmouth by the sea.
Tender curves of sky look down
On her grace of knoll and lea.
America the Beautiful and Other Poems (1911)
I am thy strong consoler when the desolate human pain
Darkens upon thee, the azure outblotted by rush of the rain.
All thou dost cherish may perish; still shall thy quest remain.
America the Beautiful and Other Poems (1911)
I am the drawn sword barring the lanes thy mutinous feet
Vainly covet for greenness. Loitering pace or fleet,
Thine is the crag-path chosen. On the crest shall rest be sweet.
America the Beautiful and Other Poems (1911)
By the promise of noon"s blue splendor in the dawn"s first silvery gleam,
By the song of the sea that compelleth the path of the rockcleaving stream,
I summon thee, recreant dreamer, to rise and follow thy dream.
America the Beautiful and Other Poems (1911)
I am the solitude folding thy soul in a sudden embrace.
Faint waxes the voice of thy fellow, wan the light on his face.
Life is as cloud-drift about thee alone in shelterless space.
America the Beautiful and Other Poems (1911)
I am the cry of the night wind, startling thy traitorous sleep;
Moaning I echo thy music, and e"en while thou boastest to reap
Alien harvests, my anger resounds from the vehement deep.
America the Beautiful and Other Poems (1911)
In the inmost core of thy being I am a burning fire,
From thine own altar-flame kindled in the hour when souls aspire,
For know that men"s prayers shall be answered, and guard thy spirit"s desire.
America the Beautiful and Other Poems (1911)
Greetings to thee, ancient bell
Of our Falmouth by the sea!
Answered by the ocean swell,
Ring thy centuried Jubilee!
Like the white sails of the Sound,
Hast thou seen the years drift by,
From the dreamful, dim profound
To a goal beyond the eye.
America the Beautiful and Other Poems (1911)
Still thy mellow voice and clear
Floats o'er land and listening deep,
And we deem our fathers hear
From their shadowy hill of sleep.
Ring thy peals for centuries yet,
Living voice of Paul Revere!
Let the future not forget
That the past accounted dear!
America the Beautiful and Other Poems (1911)