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IN CRYSTAL HILLS 
 
 NORTH CONWAY 
 
 NEW HAMPSHIRE 
 
 ...By... 
 
 FREDERICK J. ALLEN 
 
 Published by 
 
 FREDERICK J. ALLEN 
 
 2 Park Square, Boston, Massachusetts 
 
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 Copyright, 1908 
 By FREDERICK J. ALLEN 
 
 COLLIMBIA-WEBCOWIT PRESS 
 84 Broadway, Somerville, Mass., U. S. A. 
 
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS 
 
 Page 
 
 The Village of North Conway 
 
 
 
 
 8 
 
 The Intervale and Presidential Range 
 
 
 
 12 
 
 The Saco ..... 
 
 
 
 14 
 
 The White Mountains from Intervale 
 
 
 
 16 
 
 Moat Mountain and the Ledges 
 
 
 
 20 
 
 White Horse Ledge .... 
 
 
 
 22 
 
 The Cathedral . 
 
 
 
 
 24 
 
 Echo Lake 
 
 
 
 
 26 
 
 Diana's Baths 
 
 
 
 
 28 
 
 Thompson's Falls 
 
 
 
 
 30 
 
 The Enchanted Woods 
 
 
 
 
 32 
 
 Artist Falls 
 
 
 
 
 34 
 
 Thompson's Grove 
 
 
 
 
 36 
 
 Artist Falls Brook 
 
 
 
 
 38 
 
 Kearsarge and Bartlett Mountains 
 
 
 
 40 
 
 Redstone Quarry .... 
 
 
 
 42 
 
 View From Mt. Surprise ( Village of Intervale) 
 
 
 
 44 
 
 The Wizard Birch at Intervale 
 
 
 
 46 
 
 The Cathedral Pines at Interv 
 
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 48 
 

 LIST OF 
 
 POEMS 
 
 
 
 
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 Page 
 
 North Conway in the Crystal Hills .... 9 
 
 The Wood Thrush 
 
 
 
 
 11 
 
 The Intervale 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 13 
 
 The Saco 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 15 
 
 Mt. Washington 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 17 
 
 Moat Mountain 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 21 
 
 White Horse Ledge 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 23 
 
 The Cathedral . 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 25 
 
 Echo Lake 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 27 
 
 Diana's Baths 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 29 
 
 Thompson's I- alls 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 31 
 
 The Enchanted Woods 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 33 
 
 Artist Falls 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 35 
 
 Thompson's Falls 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 37 
 
 Artist Falls Brook 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 39 
 
 Mt. Kearsarge 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 41 
 
 Redstone Quarry 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 43 
 
 From Mt. Surprise 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 45 
 
 The Wizard Birch 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 47 
 
 The Cathedral Fines 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 49 
 
 The Crystal Hills 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 50 
 
 I Am the Wind 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 52 
 
 Old New Hampshire 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 54 
 

 
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 THE VILLAGE OF NORTH CONWAY 
 
IN CR YSTAL HILLS 
 
 NORTH CONWAY IN THE CRYSTAL HILLS 
 
 NORTH CONWAY lies beneath blue skies, 
 
 By her majestic stream, 
 A picture from far Paradise, 
 
 A vision and a dream. 
 
 liy sun-kissed hill or ocean foam. 
 
 By field or forest fair, 
 For ages man hath built his home, 
 
 And set Love's altar there. 
 
 And evermore by vale and steep. 
 With clustering homes and spires, 
 
 Men dwell in amity and keep 
 The race's altar fires. 
 
 Sweet Auburn, one thy praises sung. 
 And straight the world knew thee ; 
 
 Dear Stratford, one thy name gave tongue. 
 And thine is homage free. 
 
 A people's virtue or bright fame 
 
 Of noble soul and true. 
 Gives many a hamlet glorious name 
 
 In Old World and in New. 
 
IN CR YS TAL HILLS 
 
 In thousand villag'es of our land 
 Peace and Good Will abide, 
 
 Oldest and newest joining hand 
 To keep the countryside. 
 
 Far from the city's endless strife, 
 Among the mountains old. 
 
 Far from the discords of our life, 
 Like jewel set in gold, 
 
 North Conway lies 'neath sunny skies 
 
 Along the Saco fair, 
 A picture from far Paradise, 
 
 In setting rich and rare. 
 
 O Nature, mother of us all, 
 
 In field or flower or pine 
 We see thy hand and hear thy call, 
 
 And worship at thy shrine. 
 
 Sweet Village in the Crystal Hills, 
 Dear home of rest and peace, 
 
 In thee her promise Joy fulfils 
 And giveth Pain surcease. 
 
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IN CR YSTAL HILLS 
 
 THE WOOD THRUSH 
 
 IN THE NORTH CONWAY FOREST 
 
 WHEN westward low descends the sun's red car 
 A lingering woodland note my heart enthralls ; 
 O hark ! O list I It is the wood thrush calls 
 
 From out the forest dim ; and sweet afar 
 
 The ripple glides to greet the evening star, 
 As when upon enchanted mountain walls 
 Soft wind-harps sound, or fairy music falls 
 
 In stilly hours beneath the moon's pale bar. 
 
 O Vesper Singer in thy sylvan glades, 
 
 What gift is thine, how thrills .the enraptured air 
 Beneath the burden of thy song ! Oh, cease 
 Not while on field and forest deep the shades 
 Of night are mantling down ; but, singing there, 
 To all the hushed and listening earth give peace. 
 
THE INlKkVALK AND PRESIDENTIAL RANGE 
 
IN CR YS TAL HILLS 
 
 THE INTERVALE 
 
 WHEN nature's giant forces reared 
 These hills from caldrons far below 
 
 Each mass of stone uncrowned and seared 
 Soon wore its robe of green or snow. 
 
 Thus nature worketh; rocky waste 
 Becomes the forest green and rare, 
 
 The desei't lowland soon is graced 
 With grass and fern and flower fair. 
 
 Like these the meadows in tlie lands 
 ()f mystic nge and fabled time ; 
 
 Like these the meads along the sands 
 Of Simois in Asian clime. 
 
 Sweet Greece and Italy are graced 
 
 With sunny skies and vales like these ; 
 
 And in the books of men are traced 
 Such visions that the poet sees. 
 
 Outspread beneath this northern sky, 
 Soft kissed by breeze or swept by gale 
 
 That Cometh from yon mountains high, 
 Fair is this northern intervale. 
 
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THE SACO 
 
IN CR YS TAL HILLS 
 
 THE SACO 
 
 FROM many a glen and dai"k ravine 
 Unite a thousand purling rills, 
 
 Till flows the river fringed with green, 
 Fair River of the Northern Hills. 
 
 In majesty thou movest on 
 
 To pour thy flood in ocean's tide ; 
 
 What mysteries of ages gone 
 Lie buried in thy bosom wide ? 
 
 What tribes of men thy course beheld 
 Ere first the White Man hither came? 
 
 What brave deeds of the ages eld 
 
 Hast thou hid from the trump of fame ? 
 
 The Red Man kindled here his fire. 
 By stream and mountain unafraid ; 
 
 And here he found his heart's desire, 
 The answering heart of Indian maid. 
 
 The peace of centuries broodeth here, 
 
 Fair River of the Intervale ; 
 And in thy waters, crystal clear, 
 
 The sunset's glory shall not fail. 
 
THE WHITE MOUNTAINS FROM INTERVALE 
 
IN CR YS TAL HILLS 
 
 MT. WASHINGTON 
 
 HAIL! O Momircli of New England! 
 Mightiest of her ancient mountains, 
 Peak supreme among thy fellows 
 Rising round thee like a stairway, 
 Stairway of enduring granite, 
 Where the giants of days olden 
 Mounted to thy hoary summit 
 And thence gazed upon the wide world. 
 
 In some peon prehistoric 
 
 Nature built thy granite bases, 
 
 And thy kingly crest uplifted. 
 
 Then as now sweet Morning crowned thee 
 
 With her light pink, rose, and saffron, 
 
 And the Noonday poured his arrows 
 
 Vainly on thy mailed shoulders; 
 
 Then as now the Evening lingered 
 
 O'er thee with her lights and shadows, 
 
 Evening mystic Night's fair portal. 
 
 Evening ebon Night's pale portal. 
 
IN CR YSTAL HILLS 
 
 Answering the far Atlantic 
 Throbs the heart that lies within thee, 
 Bulwark of the land puissant, 
 And thy foothills feel and tremble 
 From thy base to ocean's margin. 
 Softly fall the rains of summer, 
 And thy thirst give sweet refreshing; 
 Variant cloud-forms o'er thee hover, 
 As they heard thy heart's deep calling, 
 And thy summit wreathe in beauty. 
 
 Tempests smite thee in their anger 
 At thy grandeur and defiance, 
 At thine teon-long defiance ; 
 And old Winter with his ermine 
 Lingers long upon thy high crest. 
 Running there his northern courses. 
 
 Down thy sides dark caverns yawning 
 Tell the throes of distant ages. 
 Tell of Nature's grand upheaval ; 
 
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IN CR YSTAL HILLS 
 
 Many a path of bounding torrent 
 Marks thy gray and somber ledges; 
 Many a shattered cliff or boulder 
 Witnesses the Storm King's vengeance, 
 Smiting on thee with his lightning. 
 
 On Olympus, Mount Thessalian, 
 Dwelt the gods in days heroic ; 
 On Mt. Sinai were the Tables 
 Of the Law to men entrusted ; 
 Ever shall man's feet ascending 
 Earthly mountain come near Heaven, 
 Ever shall his spirit follow 
 Where the Spirit Universal 
 Moves in mystery and power 
 Through the ether's endless spaces. 
 
 Mountain Beauteous, Mountain Glorious, 
 Worthy of the name thou bearest. 
 Mount of- Vision be forever 
 For a great and noble people. 
 
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MOAT MOUNTAIN AND THE LEDGES 
 
IN CR YSTAL HILLS 
 
 MOAT MOUNTAIN 
 
 OLD mountain wall, with sanimit' seared 
 'Neatli many a summer's sun on liigli, 
 
 What Titan hand thy mass upreared 
 And tiknl thy crest against the sky? 
 
 Ifavine ;;nd shadowy pass are there, 
 And ton-ent's path and winter's scars; 
 
 And there oft falls the moonlight fair, 
 With golden sheen of crystal stars. 
 
 In the soft stillness of the night 
 
 Tliy thousand harps with music swell; 
 
 IJoth evening shade and morning light 
 Alternate on thee cast their spell. 
 
 Old Moat, of jeweled porphyry 
 
 And many a rare and beauteous stone, 
 
 Lo! thou art crowned with majesty, 
 And set along- the land alone. 
 
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WHITE HORSE LEDGE 
 
IN CRIYSTAL HILLS 
 
 WHITE HORSE LEDGE 
 
 SILENT and gi"ay, with adamantine crest, 
 Yon cliff uprises at the mountain's base, 
 And bears a snow-white figure on its face, 
 
 A horse forever rearing toward the west ; 
 
 Below, in limpid sheen and shadow drest. 
 
 The fair lake lies, and flows with matchless grace 
 Old Saco's crystal tide. The cliff hath place 
 
 By mount and vale where Nature wrought her best. 
 
 'Tis here the sweetness of the woodland fills 
 The heart with rest; 'tis here the poet dreams. 
 Interpreter of the omniscient plan 
 Of him who graved His glory in the hills. 
 
 And set His beauty by ten thousand streams, 
 And made the earth a paradise for man. 
 
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THE CATHEDRAL 
 
IN CR YSTAL HILLS 
 
 THE CATHEDRAL 
 
 HEWED from tlie high cliff's yawning side, 
 With lofty arch and transept wide, 
 And walled with maple, beech, and pine, 
 Is this Cathedral's mystic shrine. 
 
 These walls pearl-gi-ay, soft green, and brown 
 With water ever trickling down, 
 More beauteous are than graven stone. 
 And here my heart shall find its own. 
 
 In fane and shrine man's hand hath wrought. 
 And forms divine hath Genius caught 
 From that fair world of dreams where rise 
 Faiths' altars with their sacrifice. 
 
 But God his noblest temples rears 
 With his own hand ; his thought appears 
 In blooms that fringe the meadow rill 
 And in the granite-templed hill. 
 
ECHO LAKE 
 
IN CR YSTAL MILLS 
 
 ECHO LAKE 
 
 FAIR is thy storied lake, sweet Gallilee, 
 
 Across wliose shining wave the Lord Christ passed; 
 
 And fair is Leman's limpid crescent, cast 
 Upon the Rhone, blue lake ot" mystery. 
 The New VVoi-ld beauteous is, with inland sea, 
 
 Majestic river, mountain, forest vast ; 
 
 And in New Hampshire's hills, () Nature, hast 
 Thou wrought with thy most wondrous alchemy. 
 
 Crystal Lake, lying in solitude. 
 
 Forever guarded by yon warder gray. 
 
 And fringed around by hemlock, fir, and pine ; 
 Here trembling lights and mystic shadows brood, 
 And Echo dies like bell at close of day ; 
 
 Here is earth's sweetest spot, O Font Divine ! 
 
 27 
 
DIANA'S BATHS 
 
IN CR YSTAL HILLS 
 
 DIANA'S BATHS 
 
 THY course is broken here, O Woodland Stream, 
 By ledges rended deep in throes of old, 
 liy boulders cast in figures manifold 
 
 When Nature graved the rocks with art supreme; 
 
 Here ever brood the shadow and the dream. 
 And lofty trees their mystic branches hold 
 Like sentinels above the waters cold. 
 
 While ever shineth here the wave's soft gleam. 
 
 Fair Dian laved in fountains in far days. 
 To crystal flood revealing form divine ; 
 
 Fair Dian wandered free in woodland ways 
 And heard the harmonies of stream and pine; 
 
 Yet never on her raptured senses never fell 
 
 Sound sweeter, sight more fair, in sylvan dell. 
 
 29 
 
THOMPSON'S FALLS 
 
IN CR YSTAL HILLS 
 
 THOMPSON'S FALLS 
 
 BULWARK of broken ledoes, 
 Moss-covered and old and gray. 
 
 Crumbled on ends and edges 
 
 And wet with the falling spray ; 
 
 Titans these rocks have riven, 
 Have riven in some wild chase ; 
 
 Titans their spears have driven 
 Deep into the green hill's base. 
 
 Flood of the spring hath bounded 
 Adown from the green hill's side, 
 
 Voice of the flood hath sounded 
 Afar through the forest wide. 
 
 Sweet is thy sound in summer, 
 O Fall of the Wild wood Stream, 
 
 Filling the heart of each comer 
 With peace like a sylvan dream. 
 
 31 
 
THE ENCHANTED WOODS 
 
IN CR YS TAL HILLS 
 
 THE ENCHANTED WOODS 
 
 MAJP^STIC, mystical, these old pines tower, 
 Unheedful of earth's changes year by year, 
 Tlieir armor seamed and knotted, brown and sere 
 
 ( )n every hand soft fern and woodland flower 
 
 In fragrance grow, 'neath their protectors' power. 
 Save for the wind-harp's whisperings all here 
 Is silence grateful, and there broodeth e'er 
 
 The Spirit of the world's fair Morning Hour. 
 
 ( ) here is place to come when love is new. 
 And rising struggles at the spirit's bars ; 
 
 And here is place to come when love is old. 
 And sees again in loving eyes the stars: 
 
 For here, at Nature's heart, all things are true, 
 
 And loving souls communion sweet may hold. 
 
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 ARTIST FALLS 
 
IN CR YSTAL HILLS 
 
 ARTIST FALLS 
 
 BATHED with the glow of morning 
 Gohlen and gray and white, 
 
 Gemmed by the noon's adorning, 
 Fair at the fall of night; 
 
 Crescent and spray and sparkle, 
 
 Music of lotus lands. 
 Shadows that pass and darkle, 
 
 Home of the elfin bands ; 
 
 Mosses and tree and boulder, 
 
 Carpet of autumn leaves: 
 Here, as the year grows older, 
 
 Nature her beauty weaves. 
 
 Here is the spirit granted 
 Balm for the care that calls; 
 
 Here is the heart enchanted, 
 Lulled by these crystal falls. 
 
 35 
 
THOMPSON'S GROVE 
 
IN CR YSTAL HILLS 
 
 THOMPSON'S GROVE 
 
 THE traffic of the busy world goes by, 
 The horse of iron daily thunders past 
 Upon his endless round, from ocean vast 
 
 Unto the kingly hills, from mountain high 
 
 Down to the shore where princely cities lie. 
 Stern Industry while human need shall last 
 Upon the primal world her spell shall cast, 
 
 And rear her banners 'neatli the holy sky. 
 
 Sweet Grove, where man may come and refuge find. 
 Thy sacred silences shall hush the pain 
 
 That broodeth in the breast ; thy spirit, old 
 As nature, new as morn, shall touch the mind 
 With influence Lethean: here, come loss or gain, 
 Earth's rarest visions shall my heart behold. 
 
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ARTIST FALLS BROOK 
 
IN CR YSTAL HILLS 
 
 ARTIST FALLS BROOK 
 
 STREAM from the forest flowing free, 
 What greeting bringest thou to nie? 
 What message from the mount afar 
 Where beats the storm and shines the star? 
 
 Beholding thee Faith shall not cease ! 
 F'rom out the tempest comes tliy peace ; 
 From hill to sea along thy strand 
 Kind Plenty blesses all the land. 
 
 Within thy mirror gleams the sky, 
 And in thy heart all mysteries lie 
 Of field and wood ; of man and maid, 
 For ever here have lovers strayed. 
 
 Like thrushnote when the twilight falls. 
 Or wind-harp sweet on mountain walls, 
 Thy music soundeth evermore 
 From crested hill to ocean shore. 
 
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KEARSARGE AND BARTLETT MOUNTAINS 
 
IN CR YSTAL HILLS 
 
 MT. KEARSARGE 
 
 WHEN stars are slowly fading in the sky 
 And night is softly paling into dawn, 
 When birds begin to sing upon the lawn, 
 
 Then like some ancient ruin rising high 
 
 Old Kearsarge proudly looms before the eye : 
 Darkness below; above, the curtains drawn, 
 Morn's crimson rays upon his crest are strawn. 
 
 And gorgeous hosts of Light the Night defy. 
 
 O who hath seen the morning in the hills? 
 
 O who hath climbed some mountain ere the sun, 
 And seen his shafts of glory quivering rise? 
 Then climb Old Kearsarge ere Aurora fills 
 
 The land with light; the stars pale one by one. 
 And, lo ! Morn's Miracle on earth and skies ! 
 
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REDSTONE QUARRY 
 
IN CR YSTAL HILLS 
 
 REDSTONE QUARRY 
 
 EVER hath the fair earth yiekled 
 Riches boundless for her children, 
 Gold of Ophir and a New World's 
 Mines of silver, India's silken 
 Wares and spices, Afric's diamond, 
 Pearl of ocean. Orient opal, 
 And a thousand iridescent 
 Gems of magic and of beanty ; 
 Woods of cherry, oak, and cedar. 
 Stones of sand and lime and marble 
 Fit for mansion, temple, palace. 
 
 In the unrecorded {eons 
 Of the past, O fair New Hampshire, 
 Earth uplifted from her bosom 
 Granite masses for thy mountains, 
 Domes of mica, quartz, and feldspar. 
 Pillars of thy strength and glory ; 
 And the Master Artist fashioned 
 Here at Redstone hills of granite. 
 Granite rose-like, clear, and beauteous. 
 
 43 
 
VIEW FROM MT. SURPRISE (VILLAGE OF INTERVALE) 
 
IN CRYSTAL HILLS 
 
 FROM MT. SURPRISE 
 
 THROUGH frngraiit dells and piny woods 
 
 Whose spell the spirit binds, 
 Through rarest sylvan solitudes 
 
 The roadway upward winds. 
 
 From the fair crest of Mt. Surprise, 
 
 Set in a sea of green, 
 A panorama beauteous lies, 
 
 Softened by shade and sheen. 
 
 Upon the far horizon's bar 
 
 Rise the eternal hills, 
 And morning light or evening star 
 
 Their crown of glory hlls. 
 
 Below, the Ledges gray and grim 
 
 Like Parian pillars stand ; 
 And Moat, in mystic shadows dim, 
 
 Lies prone along the land. 
 
 In peace beneath the northern sky. 
 
 By ancient wood and dale, 
 And kept by mountain warders, lie 
 
 The homes of Intervale. 
 
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THE WIZARD BIRCH AT INTERVALE 
 
IN CR YSTAL HILLS 
 
 THE WIZARD BIRCH 
 
 THOU Wizard Tree, set here in solitude, 
 
 What changed thee from the fair form of thy kind ? 
 Was it some vengeful demon of the wind 
 
 That smote thee when thy trunk his way withstood ? 
 
 Or did the sun, unheedful of thy good, 
 Disdain to shine upon thy pearly rind 
 And warm thy heart? Or hast thou not divined 
 
 Why nature made of thee an alien in the wood ? 
 
 Ten thousand thousand patterns, large and small, 
 Hath nature for the fashion of her art ; 
 
 And yet there is naught common in them all, 
 Nor doth she from her pattern far depart. 
 
 And thou, Old Tree, whose growth so strange hath been 
 
 Hast yet within the red heart of thy kin. 
 
THE CATHEDRAL PINES AT INTERVALE 
 
IN CR YSTAL HILLS 
 
 THE CATHEDRAL PINES 
 
 LIKE sentinels of somber hue and green, 
 Tall, statel^^ and majestic, row on row, 
 And stiaight as any arrow sped from bow. 
 
 These old pines stand. Soft shadows lie between, 
 
 And wandering liglits from over-arching sheen 
 Fall downward on the needles brown below. 
 Through these cool, fragrant forests deeps there flow 
 
 Tlie sweetest strains of nature's fair demesne. 
 
 here is place for loitering lover's feet. 
 And the fond heart its secrets may reveal , 
 
 Here one the far thoughts of his youth may meet, 
 And all the wounds of life's stern battle heal ; 
 
 And 'neath the organ harmony of pine 
 
 The rapt soul here may bow at Nature's shrine. 
 
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IN CR YSTAL HILLS 
 
 THE CRYSTAL HILLS 
 
 HILLS of Crystal, upward lifting, 
 
 Gleaming with a thousand glories 
 
 In the golden sun of morning. 
 
 Traversed by a thousand shadows 
 
 In the softer lights of even ; 
 
 Are ye sentient of the sunlight, 
 
 Are ye conscious of the shadow, 
 
 Throbs your great heart to the wave-beat 
 
 Ceaseless on the ocean's margin ? 
 
 From the bosom of the Atlantic 
 Years untold the sun hath risen, 
 Casting crimson on your high crests; 
 At his coming mists have vanished, 
 Like the dreams of softest slumber 
 When the daylight calls to action. 
 Like the shadow on the child's face 
 When the mother's kiss is given. 
 
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IN CR YS TAL HILLS 
 
 Hills of Crystal, glorious, golden, 
 Castles reared in childish fancy, 
 Years agone, with you compare not ! 
 I would lay me on your summits, 
 Planned by breezes out of heaven, 
 Breathed upon by purple vapors, 
 ^V^ rapped in odors of the forest, 
 Lulled to rest by softest music 
 Borne up from the aged ocean. 
 
 Such the peace the gods imparted 
 On some far Hesperian isle or 
 Sunlit clime of stoi'ied icon. 
 
IN CR YS TAL HILLS 
 
 I AM THE WIND 
 
 Written in Thompson's Grove 
 ( iVe-iy England Magazine, February, 1907) 
 
 1 AM the wind that crieth 
 
 Wliere the Storm King strides, 
 
 I am the wind that lieth 
 On the fair hillsides, 
 
 And man my puissance trietli 
 Where his proud bark rides. 
 
 When the great Void was riven 
 By the hand that wrought. 
 
 When light and life were given 
 To fulfil His thought, 
 
 I only, 'neath God's heaven, 
 Had a bound set not. 
 
 His messenger, I carried 
 Seed of the wood and wold, 
 
 And cities I have buried 
 In ?eon's dust and mold 
 
 Nathless my legions serried 
 Have not yet grown old. 
 
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IN CR YS TAL HILLS 
 
 Along my path the golden 
 Cloud of morning flees, 
 
 Wind-harps in forests olden 
 Make I of the trees, 
 
 And on my pinions holden 
 Bi-ood I o'er the seas. 
 
 l>e seasons fair and vernal. 
 Or the snow be whirled, 
 
 Like Destiny eternal 
 
 Whose wing is never furled, 
 
 With messages supernal 
 1 course around the world. 
 
 My work hath never ended. 
 Since first time began ; 
 
 And in my V)reath are blended 
 Life and death for man. 
 
 Free, mighty, sun-descended, 
 I fulfil God's phm. 
 
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IN CR YS TAL HILLS 
 
 OLD NEW HAMPSHIRE 
 
 FAST DAY. 1899 
 {In the Manchester Union) 
 
 OLD New Hampshii-e, first to enter 
 In the union of the Thii-teen, 
 Thy brave sons withstood the Briton 
 When the call to arms was sounded, 
 Foremost in that mighty conflict 
 For the freedom of a people ; 
 And in later years rebellion 
 Found a foe among the free-born 
 Of thy hills and lakes and rivers. 
 
 Thou hast given strength in battle, 
 Wisdom in the halls of council. 
 Stark and Webster, and a thousand 
 Who have made our broad land richer. 
 Products of thy field and quarries. 
 Products of thy myriad spindles. 
 Craft of brain and might of sinew. 
 Thou hast uiven her resources. 
 
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IN CR YSTAL HILLS 
 
 On their granite bases resting, 
 Piercing the eternal regions, 
 Firmly stand thine ancient mountains. 
 Stand as sentinels of freedom ; 
 So thy virtues, deeply grounded 
 In the faith our fathers cherished. 
 Rise in action to sublime deeds, 
 Rise in sacrifice and service. 
 
 Christian were the old-time builders. 
 Christian were there sons and daughters ; 
 And the center of each hamlet. 
 In those distant days and simple. 
 Was the church, God's rough-hewn temple. 
 And by men foreseeing planted 
 In the wilderness. Old Dartmouth 
 Ministered to state and and nation. 
 
 One has spoken words of warning. 
 One has bidden us to ponder 
 On the ways almost forgotten, 
 And restore the ancient landmarks, 
 And rebuild the fallen churches. 
 
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IN CR YSTAL HILLS 
 
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 Can it be the past is dying. 
 Can it be God's arm is shortened, 
 And onr father's hope was groundless ? 
 Shall the old traditions perish, 
 Shall we falter in the pathways, 
 Falter in the ancient pathways 
 Trodden by the consecrated? 
 
 Rather let us think the ^Jt^ople, 
 Listening to i-eceding voices, 
 By the past ai'e still uplifted. 
 Guided, strengthened, and ennobled; 
 Rather let us trust the people 
 Shall continue wise and faithful, 
 Building on the tried foundations 
 Edifices nobler, grander. 
 Than the world has seen aforetime. 
 
 Rouse ye, children of New Hamshire, 
 Let your virtues, ever grounded 
 In the faith your fathers cherished. 
 Rise in action to sublime deeds. 
 Rise in sacrifice and service. 
 
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JUL 6 1908 
 
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