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<p>The smile and song and the merry laughter,<br />
That rang from the cellar clear to the rafter,<br />
Each loved one's face we yet can see,<br />
Where the old homestead used to be.
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<p>The place to us was one of splendor,<br />
And cherished yet in our memory tender,<br />
And the glory of that first Christmas tree,<br />
Where the old homestead used to be.
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<p>The fires were burning the coals were glowing,<br />
From all of our hearts affection was flowing,<br />
In honor of Him was our Christmas tree,<br />
Where the old homestead used to be.
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<p>Those hearts of the long ago we treasure,<br />
In the memory with unstinted measure,<br />
All gathered around that Christmas tree,<br />
Where the old homestead used to be.
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<p>Nothing can make our heart so warm,<br />
As visions of where we first were born,<br />
As the memory of that first Christmas tree,<br />
Where the old homestead used to be.
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<p><span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 11em;"> <i>—The Car with Character.</i></span>
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<p>Stir from your roots, walk, poplar!<br />
You are more beautiful than they are.
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<p>The people pass through the dust<br />
On bicycles, in carts, in motor-cars;<br />
The waggoners go by at dawn;<br />
The lovers walk on the grass path at night.
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<p>I know that the white wind loves you,<br />
Is always kissing you and turning up<br />
The white lining of your green petticoat.<br />
The sky darts through you like blue rain,<br />
And the grey rain drips on your flanks<br />
And loves you.<br />
And I have seen the moon<br />
Slip his silver penny into your pocket<br />
As you straightened your hair;<br />
And the white mist curling and hesitating<br />
Like a bashful lover about your knees.
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<p>I know you, poplar;<br />
I have watched you since I was ten.<br />
But if you had a little real love,<br />
A little strength,<br />
You would leave your nonchalant idle lovers<br />
And go walking down the white road<br />
Behind the waggoners.
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<p>Why do you always stand there shivering<br />
Between the white stream and the road?
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<p>There are beautiful beeches down beyond the hill.<br />
Will you always stand there shivering?
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<p>The dust of the traveled road<br />
Shall touch my hands and face.
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<p>The broken boulders by the road<br />
Shall not commemorate my ruin.<br />
Regret shall be the gravel under foot.<br />
I shall watch for<br />
Slim birds swift of wing<br />
That go where wind and ranks of thunder<br />
Drive the wild processionals of rain.
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<p>I shall foot it<br />
Down the roadway in the dusk,<br />
Where shapes of hunger wander<br />
And the fugitives of pain go by.<br />
I shall foot it<br />
In the silence of the morning,<br />
See the night slur into dawn,<br />
Hear the slow great winds arise<br />
Where tall trees flank the way<br />
And shoulder toward the sky.
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<p>Along the Road of Human Life,<br />
So very near, on either side,<br />
With winds and storms and billows rife,<br />
There is a sea that's wide;<br />
And woe to him who trips and falls<br />
Into that darkening tide.
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<p>Work, Laugh and Love! Thus only can<br />
The trembling spirit hold,<br />
Its journey true across the span<br />
Of years that doth unfold,<br />
Amid earth's barren scenery<br />
Until life's tale is told!
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