Here in the midnight, where the dark mainland and island
Shadows mingle in shadow deeper, profounder,
Sing we the hymns of the churches, while the dead water
Whispers before us.
...
Here is the height of land:
The watershed on either hand
Goes down to Hudson Bay
Or Lake Superior;
...
With a golden rolling sound
Booming came a bell,
From the aery in the tower
Eagles fell;
...
Now the November skies,
And the clouds that are thin and gray,
That drop with the wind away;
A flood of sunlight rolls,
...
HERE Morris, on the plains that we have loved,
Think of the death of Akoose, fleet of foot,
Who, in his prime, a herd of antelope
...
All my life long I heard the step
Of some one I would know,
Break softly in upon my days
And lightly come and go.
...
A deep bell that links the downs
To the drowsy air;
Every loop of sound that swoons,
Finds a circle fair,
...
Now every night we light the grate
And I sit up till _really_ late;
My Father sits upon the right,
...
Here there is balm for every tender heart
Wounded by life;
Rest for each one who bore a valiant part
Crushed in the strife.
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