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DEDHAM, MAY 21, 1877

James Russell Lowell

I

 

I christened you in happier days, before

These gray forebodings on my brow were seen;

You are still lovely in your new-leaved green;

The brimming river soothes his grassy shore;

The bridge is there; the rock with lichens hoar;

And the same shadows on the water lean,

Outlasting us. How many graves between

That day and this! How many shadows more

Darken my heart, their substance from these eyes

Hidden forever! So our world is made

Of life and death commingled; and the sighs

Outweigh the smiles, in equal balance laid:

What compensation? None, save that the Allwise

So schools us to love things that cannot fade.

 

 

II

 

Thank God, he saw you last in pomp of May,

Ere any leaf had felt the year's regret;

Your latest image in his memory set

Was fair as when your landscape's peaceful sway

Charmed dearer eyes with his to make delay

On Hope's long prospect,--as if They forget

The happy, They, the unspeakable Three, whose debt,

Like the hawk's shadow, blots our brightest day:

Better it is that ye should look so fair.

Slopes that he loved, and ever-murmuring pines

That make a music out of silent air,

And bloom-heaped orchard-trees in prosperous lines;

In you the heart some sweeter hints divines,

And wiser, than in winter's dull despair.