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[58] Of sun-brown children, listening, while they swung,
     The welcome sound of supper-call to hear;
And down the shadowy lane, in tinklings clear,
     The pastoral curfew of the cow-bell rung.
Thus soothed and pleased, our backward path we took,
     Praising the farmer's home. He only spake,
Looking into the sunset o'er the lake,
     Like one to whom the far-off is most near:
“Yes, most folks think it has a pleasant look;
     I love it for my good old mother's sake,
Who lived and died here in the peace of God!”
     The lesson of his words we pondered o'er,
As silently we turned the eastern flank
     Of the mountain, where its shadow deepest sank,
Doubling the night along our rugged road:
     We felt that man was more than his abode,
The inward life than Nature's raiment more;
     And the warm sky, the sundown-tinted hill,
The forest and the lake, seemed dwarfed and dim
     Before the saintly soul, whose human will
Meekly in the Eternal footsteps trod,
     Making her homely toil and household ways
An earthly echo of the song of praise
     Swelling from angel lips and harps of seraphim.


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