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Title: Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 21 June to November 1860
Year: 1860 (1860s)
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Publisher: New York: Harper & Brothers Publishers
Contributing Library: Brigham Young University-Idaho, David O. McKay Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Brigham Young University-Idaho

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s ; The odorous cedar and pine-tree tall, And the live oak, the grandest among them all, uo HAKPERS NEW MONTHLY MAGAZINE. And the solemn hemlock—massive and grim— Claiming broad space for each mighty limb. Then she heard the clang of the woodmans axe Booming along through the lumber tracks, And she heard the crack of the yielding trunk. As deeper and deeper the keen axe sunk, And the swishing fall—the sonorous thrill— And the following stillness, more than still. Then, moving among the avenues dim. She saw the lumbermen, giant of limb— The frankness of Heaven was in each face, And their forms were grand with untutored grace; Their laugh was hearty, their blow was strongs And sweet as the wood-notes their working song, As they hewed the limbs from the giant tree, And stripped off his leafy mystery. They breathed the air with elastic lungs. They trolled their ditties with mirthful tongues, And to see it would do a citizen good. With what unction they relished their homely food
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■TIIK FRANKNESS OF HEAVEN WAS IN EACH FACE,AND THEra FOEMS WEEE GBAND >VITU UNTUTORED GBACB. THE SEWING BIRD. 441 For their hunger was keen as then* trenchant axe,And their jokes as broad as their brawny backs. Then the Sewing Bird sang, again and again.As he soared oer the sonorous woods of Maine, /See, see, see, see ! This is the place where mex should he / And he floated once more through the azure air. And the work-girl followed him, wondering where. Vast plateaus of loamy land she saw Quickening with life in the early thaw. The pulse of the waking Spring she heard, And the broken trills of the gladdened bird, And the teams afield with their heavy plod As they dragged the share through the juicy sod. Through the crisp clear air she heard the voice Of sturdy plowmen and farmer-boys, And a busy din from the farm-yards rang, And she heard the spades in the furrows clang.

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