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9563	Whittier, John Greenleaf	Mabel Martin, a Harvest Idyl; and other poems Part 4 From Volume I of The Works of John Greenleaf Whittier			.txt	text/plain	12454	1137	96	as Pleasant Valley on the Merrimac, a little above the old Ferry way, I CALL the old time back: I bring my lay Songs of their own, and the great pine-trees laid Lights the brown hills and sings in every stream; And loved with us the beautiful and old. And quaint old songs their fathers sung And summer days were sad and long, That ever made the old heart young! The hills curve round like a bended bow; I think of the old man wise and good For the voices of wood, and wave, and wind As long as Nature shall not grow old, Old friends embraced, long held apart Let the white man's wigwam light White sails on the winding river, Like an old friend, all day has been with me. And hears old voices in the winds that toss White blossom of the trees of God	./cache/9563.txt	./txt/9563.txt