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Title: Scribner's magazine
Year: 1887 (1880s)
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Publisher: New York : C. Scribner's Sons
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Toronto

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All day without stint and all niglit long with the sweep of the hissing drift.But winter shall pass erelong with its hills of snow and its fettered dreams,And the forest shall glimmer with living gold, and chime with the gushing of streams,Millions of little points of plants shall prick through its matted floor.And the wind-flower lift and uncurl her silken buds by the woodmans door;The sparrow shall see and exult ; but lo ! as the spring draws gaylv on.The woodcutters hut is empty and bare, and the master that made it is gone.He is gone where the gathering of yalley men another labor pelds.To handle the plough, and the harrow, and scythe, in the heat of the sum-mer fields.He is gone with his corded arms, and his ruddy face, and his moccasined feet.The animal man in his warmth and yigor, sound, and hard, and complete.And all summer long, round the lonely hut, the black earth burgeons andbreeds, 743
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AN OLD SORROIV 745 Till the spaces are filled with the tall-plumed ferns and the triumphing forest-weeds ;The thick wild raspberries hem its walls, and, stretching on either hand,The red-ribbed stems and the giant-leaves of the sovereign spikenard stand.So lonely and silent it is, so withered and warped with the sun and snow,You would think it the fruit of some dead mans toil a hundred years ago ;And he who finds it suddenly there, as he wanders far and alone.Is touched with a sweet and beautiful sense of something tender and gone,The sense of a struggling life in the waste, and the mark of a souls command.The going and coming of vanished feet, the touch of a human hand.

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