At Chappaqua
by Joel Benton (1832�1911) |
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His cherished woods are mute
The stream glides down
The hill as when I knew it years ago;
The dark, pine
arbor with its priestly gown
Stands hushed, as if our
grief it still would show;
The silver springs are cupless,
and the flow
Of friendly feet no more bereaves the grass,
For he is absent who was wont to pass
Along this wooded
path. His axe's blow
No more disturbs the impertinent
bole or bough;
Nor moves his pen our heedless nation now,
Which, sworn to justice, stirred the people so.
In some
far world his much-loved face must glow
With rapture
still. This breeze once fanned his brow.
This is the
peaceful Mecca all men know! |
By Joel Benton (1832�1911)
Listed November 14, 2012 |
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