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The Wood Chopper's Child

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Day
13
Month
February
Year
1885
Copyright
Public Domain
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Tbc sinoke of the Indian Suminer Darkened and doubled the rllls, And the ripe corn, lllie a tunset, Shluiinered along the liills ; Llke a gracious Klowlng sunset, lnterïaced with the rainbow llght Of vanlshintc wings a tralling And treiubllngout of slght ; Ap, wlth the briar-buds gleaming In her darling, dimplcd hands, Toddllng 6low adown the sheep-paths Of the yellow stubble-lands- Her eweet isycs full of the shadows Of the woodlancl, darkly brown- Cume thechopper's ltttle daughter, Id her simple hood and gow'u. Behicd her streatned the splendors Of the oaks and elms so grand, Before her gleamed the gardecs Of the rlch man of the land; Gardens about whose gatcways The gloomy Ivy swayed" Setting all her heatt a-tremble As she struck wlthin thelr soade. Now the choppei's lowly cabin lt lay nestlrd in the wood, And the dwclllng of the rich man By the open hteh way stood, With lts picasant porches faclng All against the naorning huls, And facli separate wiudow sbinlcst Llke a bed of dafïotïtli. Lip above the tallest poplars In iís stateliness ít rose, With lts carved and curious gab'.es, And itsnisrble portlcoes; But she did not see (ha grandeur, Acd she. thought her father's oaks Were finer' than the eedar3 v_lipt so close along the walks. 80, In that full confiara-; The unworldly only ïtnow, Througu thejiateway, down the garden, Up the marble pórtico, Her bare fect brown as bee's wlngs. And her hands of brler buds f all, Od, along the fleccy crimson Of the cárpete oí dycd wooï, Wlth a moáest glauco uplifted Through the lashes drooptng down , Came the chopper's Httle daughter In her simple hood and gown ; Still and steady, llke a shadow, Sliding Inward lrom the wood, Tiü before the lady-mistress Of the house, at last, Ehe stcod. Oh, as swett as eutnmer sunshine Was that lady-dame to sec, Wlth the cbopper'a Httle daughter, Llke a shadow at her knee ! Oh, green as leaves of dover Were the broiderlcs of her traiD, And her hand It shone with jewels Llke a lily with the train. And the priest before the altar, As 6he swam along the isle, Keadtng out the eacred lesson, Read it consclously, the while , Tbe long roll of the organ Drew across a silken 6tlr, And when he named a saint, it was As ií he named but her. But the chopper's child undazzled In her lady's presence stood - She was bom amia the f plendors Of the glorious autumn wood - And so sweetly and serenely . Met the cold and carelces face, , lier own allye with bluihes, E'cn as who glyes a grace ; Aa she sild, the accents ialling In a pretty coildtsh way : " To morrow, then to-morrow " Will have brought Thanksglving day. And my mother will be happy, And bu honored, 60 ehe sald, To have the landlord's lady Taste her hpiiey and her bread." Tlicu 8lowly siiakc the lady. As disdalnfully she smllud, " Live you not in yonder cabin! Are you not the chopper's child? And your ioolish motber blds me To ThínksRiviiig, do you saj i What is it, llitle starvfllne, That you give your thanks for, pray 'Í Odo bashful momeni's silence - Theo huslilng up her pain, And 8weetues3 rrowing out of It As the rose does out of rain- She stript the woolen kerchief From OfE her r-hining head, As onc mlghi strip tae outer huek Froni the golden ear, and said : "What have we to give thanks for ! Why, jast for daily bread !" And then, with all her Httle prlde A-blushiag out so red- " Perha]p, too, that the EUDshine Can come aud lie on cur floor, With none of your lcy column, To Bhut lt from the door!" " What have we to give thanks for Í" And a smíle lliumincd her téars, As a star the brokeu vapors. When it suddenly appears ; And ehe answercd, al) hc-r bosom Throhblcg up and down so fast : "Because my poor sick brsther Is asleep at last, at last. " Aleep beneatt the d aisles : But when the drencbing rain Has put them out, we know the dew Will jight them up again : And we inakc and keep Thanksgiving With the best the house aflorüs , SiEce, lf we Uve, or if we die, We know we are the Lord's. " That out Hls hands of mercy Not the eaet of us can fall ; But we have ten tbousand blessing. And I eaflnot name tbem all ! Oh, 6ee them yourself, eood madam- I will come and Ehow you thé way - Afttr Uic morrow, the morrow again Will bc the great, glad day." And, tucklcg up bcr tresses In the kerchief of eray wool, Wherethey gleamed llke golden woodllghts In the autumn mists so dull, 8be crosstd the criraeon carpets, With her rose-buds in her hands, And, climbing up the sheep-paths Of the yellow stubble-Unds. Passed the tnarsh wherein the starliugs Sbut so close thelr horny bilis, And Ughted wlth her lovellness The gate way of the hllls, Oh, the eagle has the sunehlne, And hls way is grand an 1 stil! ; But the lark can turn tbe cloud into A temple when she will 1 That evenine, when the corn flelde Uad lost the rainbow llght Of vanisbine wings a-tratling And trembling out of sight. Apart frem her great pos6tssions And from all the world apart, Koelt thriladywife and mistress Of the richmaa's house and heart. Knelt she, all her spirit broken, And tbe shaine she could not speak, Burning out upon the darkness Fioin the lires upon her eheek; And prayed the Lord of the harvest To inuke her meek and mild, And as faithful in Thanksgivlng As the chopper's Httle child.

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