Abbie Farwell Brown Poems

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1.
Friends

How good to lie a little while
And look up through the tree!
The Sky is like a kind big smile
Bent sweetly over me.
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2.
The Cross-Current

THROUGH twelve stout generations
New England blood I boast;
The stubborn pastures bred them,
The grim, uncordial coast,
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3.
The Fisherman

The fisherman goes out at dawn
When every one's abed,
And from the bottom of the sea
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