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It was folded away from strife, 
 
 In the beautiful pastoral hills; 
 And the mountain peaks kept watch and ward 
 
 O er the peace that the valley fills- 
 Kept watch and ward lest the bold world pass 
 
 The fair green rampart of hills. 
 
 No factory din profaned 
 
 The joy of the summer morn; 
 But the tinkle of bells from the pasture-slope, 
 
 And the rustle of waving corn, 
 And the wreathing smoke from the cottage 
 hearth, 
 
 Saluted the rising morn. 
 
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The rains of the winter fell 
 
 In benison on its sod ; 
 And the smiling fields of the spring looked up 
 
 A thanksgiving glad to God; 
 And the little children laughed to see 
 
 The wild-flowers star the sod. 
 
 The opulent Summer came, 
 
 Like a queen, to the vale she loved; 
 
 And lavished her gifts with a royal grace 
 That never a wish reproved; 
 
 Oh, she lingered long, as if loth to leave 
 The sunny vale that she loved. 
 
The wains on the highway thronged, 
 O er-laden with Autumn s spoil; 
 
 Like a train triumphal, from conquest won, 
 They passed from the fields of toil 
 
 The fields where Labor hath kingly right 
 To rifle the garnered spoil. 
 
 The traffic of simple life 
 
 That draws man near to man; 
 The village street, and the farmstead home 
 
 The tie of a kindred clan; 
 And the common bond to the "brown old earth, 
 
 The primal strength of man. 
 
"Let not ambition mock" 
 
 Such "destiny obscure"; 
 The mighty stream, that a navy bears, 
 
 Was fed from the fountain pure 
 Of a hillside spring that its freshness kept 
 
 In the depths of the glade obscure. 
 
 Hark! hark! to the thunderous roar! 
 
 Like a demon of fable old, 
 The fiery steed of the rail hath swept 
 
 Through the ancient mountain-hold, 
 And the green hills shudder to feel his breath- 
 
 The challenge of New to Old. 
 
But the spirit of man awakes, 
 And thrills to the larger life; 
 
 A force resistless his soul hath claimed, 
 He is part of the great world-strife! 
 
 And far and dim in the distance fades 
 That first fair dawn of life. 
 
 Yet, day of power and pride! 
 
 Forget not thou that dawn; 
 From simple hearts, and from simple homes, 
 
 Is the strength of a nation drawn; 
 And ever the earth her life renews 
 
 In the dew and the peace of dawn. 
 

 
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