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Title: Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 104 December 1901 to May 1902
Year: 1902 (1900s)
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Publisher: New York: Harper & Brothers Publishers
Contributing Library: Brigham Young University-Idaho, David O. McKay Library
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d to be in itsdays of really royal audiences. THE DESERTEDVILLAGE Pictures byEDWIN A. ABBEY, R.A. Vol. CIV.—No. 622.-64 THE DESERTED VILLAGE The sober herd that lowd to meet their young, The noisy geese that gabbled oer the pool, The playful children just let loose from school, The watch-dogs voice that bayd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind— These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And fiird each pause the nightingale had made. But now the sounds of population fail, No cheerful murmurs fluctuate in the gale, No busy steps the grass-grown footway tread. For all the bloomv flush of life is fled— All but yon widowd, solitary thing That feebly bends beside the plashy spring; She, wretched matron—forced in age, for bread, To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread, To pick her wintry faggot from the thorn, To seek her nightly shed, and weep till morn— She only left of all the harmless train, The sober herd that lowd to meet their young
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The sad historian of the pensive plain! Near yonder copse, where once the garden simTd,And still where many a garden-flower grows wild—There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose,The village preachers modest mansion rose.A man he was to all the country dear;And passing rich with forty pounds a-year.Remote from towns he ran his godly race,Nor eer had changed, nor wish/d to change, his place;Unpracticd he to fawn, or seek for powerBy doctrines fashiond to the varying hour.Far other aims his heart had learnd to prize—More skilPd to raise the wretched than to rise.His house was known to all the vagrant train ;He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain:The long remembered beggar was his guest,Whose beard descending swept his aged breast;The ruind spendthrift, now no longer proud,Claimed kindred here, and had his claims allowed;The broken soldier, kindly bade to stay, The sad historian of the pensive plain

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