Hamlin Garland Poems

Do you fear the force of the wind,
The slash of the rain?
Go face them and fight them,
Be savage again.
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WE had been long in mountain snow,
In valleys bleak, and broad, and bare,
Where only moss and willows grow,
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Somewhere, in deeps
Of tangled, ripening wheat,
A little prairie-chicken cries-
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Through wild and tangled forests
The broad, unhasting river flows-
Spotted with rain-drops, gray with night;
Upon its curving breast there goes
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THEY rise to mastery of wind and snow;
They go like soldiers grimly into strife
To colonize the plain. They plough and sow,
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From the great trees the locusts cry
In quavering ecstatic duo-a boy
Shouts a wild call-a mourning dove
In the blue distance sobs-the wind
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And all night long we lie in sleep,
Too sweet to sigh in, or to dream,
Unnoting how the wild winds sweep,
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“IS water nigh?”
The plainsmen cry,
As they meet and pass in the desert grass.
With finger tip
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A BRAVE little bird that fears not God,
A voice that breaks from the snow-wet clod
With prophecy of sunny sod,
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What have I gained by the toil of the trail?
I know and know well.
I have found once again the lore I had lost
In the loud city's hell.
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