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Title: Poems of America
Year: 1882 (1880s)
Authors: Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth, 1807-1882, ed
Subjects: American poetry
Publisher: Boston, New York, Houghton, Mifflin and company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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rests utmost boundary. « * « Albert Pike. 50 POEMS OF PLACES. A PICTURE. SATURDAY night: tlie sun is going do^m;The purple light glows on the rivers breast,Par in the east the dull clouds watch and frown,Jealous of all the glory in the west; The listless trees lean out along the shore To watch their shadows lengthen down the tide; And, far above us, slowly floating oer. The weary birds on homeward pinions glide. The steamer, on the sand-bar fast asleep. Tired with the weeks long labor, heavily lies; Longer and longer still the shadows creep.And evening mists from out the distance rise. All things in peace and patience seem to wait.As if in faith that, when the morning came, The sun would once more light his golden gateWith all the glory of his entering flame. IFUliam Osbom Stoddard. THE RIYEIi:S LESSON. UNDER the canopied bank we lie.And the muddy river is rushing by,Yellow and foul from its eddying strayThrough a thousand miles of wandering way,Gross and turbid; — and yet, I know
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THE YELLOWSTONE. See page 51. BIG HORN, THE RIVER. 51 That this same troubled and mingled flowShall one day clear as the crystal be.After it dies in the deep, far sea. I have watched it long, with an aching brow, Bending above it, and wonder now If the river, so full of grime and strife, May not be an emblem of human life. And if many a soul that has wandered and toiled, All corrupted and gross and soiled. At the end may not calmly glide Into that last great swallowing tide, And clear and pure as the crystal be. After it dies in that deep, far sea. William Osborn Stoddard. Big Horn, the Biver, Montana Ter THE REVENGE OF RAIN-IN-THE-FACE. IN that desolate land and loneWhere the Big Horn and YellowstoneBoar down their mountain path,By their fires the Sioux chiefsMuttered their woes and griefs.And the menace of their wrath. Revenge ! cried Bain-in-the-Face ;Bcvenge upon all the raceOf the White Chief with yellow hair! 52 POEMS or PLACES. And the mountains dark and liighErom their crags r

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