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Watchman and Other Poems-Lucy Maud Montgomery · Lucy Maud Montgomery Short Stories, 1909-1922

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  Speaker 1: Section 1 of The Watchman and Other Poems by L.M. Montgomery.
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  Speaker 1: Read for LibriVox.org by Beth Thomas.
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  Speaker 2: The Watchman.
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  Speaker 1: And for fear of him the keepers did shake and
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  Speaker 1: become as dead men. Matthew 23 and 4. My Claudia,
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  Speaker 1: it is long since we have met. So kissed, so
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  Speaker 1: held each other heart to heart. I thought to greet
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  Speaker 1: thee as a conqueror comes. bearing the trophies of his
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  Speaker 1: prowess home. But Jove hath willed it should be otherwise. Jove,
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  Speaker 1: say I, nay, some mightier stranger God, who thus hath
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  Speaker 1: laid his heavy hand on me. No victor, Claudia, but
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  Speaker 1: a broken man, who seeks to hide his weakness in
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  Speaker 1: thy love. How beautiful thou art! The years have brought
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  Speaker 1: and added splendour to thy loveliness, with passion of dark
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  Speaker 1: eye and lip rose-red, struggling between its dimple and its pride.
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  Speaker 1: and yet there is somewhat that glooms between thy love
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  Speaker 1: and mine. Come, girdle me about with thy true arms,
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  Speaker 1: and pillow on thy breast this aching and bewildered head
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  Speaker 1: of mine. Here, where the fountain glitters in the sun
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  Speaker 1: among the saffron lilies, I will tell, if so that
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  Speaker 1: words will answer my desire, the shameful fate that hath
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  Speaker 1: befallen me. Down in Jerusalem they slew a man, or God,
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  Speaker 1: it may be that he was a God, those mad,
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  Speaker 1: wild Jews whom Pontius Pilate rules. Thou knowest Pilate, Claudia,
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  Speaker 1: a vain man, too weak to govern such a howling
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  Speaker 1: horde as those same Jews. This man they crucified. I
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  Speaker 1: knew naught of him, had not heard his name until
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  Speaker 1: the day they dragged him to his death. Then all
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  Speaker 1: tongues wagged about him and his deeds. Some said that
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  Speaker 1: he had claimed to be their king, some that he
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  Speaker 1: had blasphemed their deity. T'was certain he was poor and
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  Speaker 1: meanly borne, no warrior he, nor hero, and he taught
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  Speaker 1: doctrines that surely would upset the world, and so they
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  Speaker 1: killed him to be rid of him. Wise, very wise,
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  Speaker 1: if he were only man, not quite so wise if
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  Speaker 1: he were half a god. I know that strange things
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  Speaker 1: happened when he died. There was a darkness and an agony,
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  Speaker 1: and some were vastly frightened, not so I. What cared
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  Speaker 1: I if that mob of reeking Jews had brought a
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  Speaker 1: nameless curse upon their heads?' I had no part in
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  Speaker 1: that blood guiltiness. At least he died, and some few
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  Speaker 1: friends of his, I think he had not very many friends,
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  Speaker 1: took him and laid him in a garden tomb. A
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  Speaker 1: watch was set about the sepulchre, lest these, his friends,
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  Speaker 1: should hide him and proclaim that he had risen as
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  Speaker 1: he had foretold. Laugh not, my Claudia. I laughed when
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  Speaker 1: I heard the prophecy. I would I had not laughed. I, Maximus,
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  Speaker 1: was chosen for the guard with all my trusty fellows.
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  Speaker 1: Pilate knew I was a man who had no foolish
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  Speaker 1: heart of softness, all unworthy of a man. My eyes
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  Speaker 1: had looked upon a tortured slave as on a beetle
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  Speaker 1: crushed beneath my tread. I gloried in the splendid strife
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  Speaker 1: of war, lusting for conquest. I had won the praise
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  Speaker 1: of our stern general on a scarlet field. Red in
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  Speaker 1: my veins the warrior passion ran, for I had sprung
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  Speaker 1: from heroes, Roman born. That second night we watched before
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  Speaker 1: the tomb. My men were merry on the velvet turf,
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  Speaker 1: bestarred with early blossoms of the spring. They diced with
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  Speaker 1: jest and laughter. All around the moonlight washed us like
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  Speaker 1: a silver lake, save where that silent, sealered sepulchre was
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  Speaker 1: hung with shadow as a purple pool. A faint wind
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  Speaker 1: stirred among the olive boughs. Methinks I hear the sighing
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  Speaker 1: of that wind in all sounds since. It was so
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  Speaker 1: dumbly sad. But as the night wore on, it died away,
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  Speaker 1: and all was deadly stillness. Claudia That stillness was most awful,
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  Speaker 1: as if some great heart had broken and so ceased
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  Speaker 1: to beat. I thought of many things, but found no
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  Speaker 1: joy in any thought, even the thought of thee. The
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  Speaker 1: moon waned in the west, and sickly grew her light
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  Speaker 1: sucked from her in the breaking dawn. Never was dawn
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  Speaker 1: so welcome as that pale faint glimmer in the cloudless
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  Speaker 1: brooding sky. Claudia How may I tell what came to pass?
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  Speaker 1: I have been mocked at when I told the tale
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  Speaker 1: for a crazed dreamer punished by the gods because he
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  Speaker 1: slept on guard. But mock not thou. I could not
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  Speaker 1: bear it if thy lips should mock the vision dread
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  Speaker 1: of that Judean morn. Sudden the pallid east was all
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  Speaker 1: aflame with radiance that beat upon our eyes as from
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  Speaker 1: noonday sun. And then we saw two shapes that were
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  Speaker 1: as the immortal gods standing before the tomb. Around me
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  Speaker 1: fell my men as dead, but I, though through my
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  Speaker 1: veins ran a cold tremor never known before, withstood the shock,
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  Speaker 1: and saw one shining shape roll back the stone. The
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  Speaker 1: whole world seemed ablaze, and through the garden came a
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  Speaker 1: rushing wind, thundering a paean as of victory. Then that
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  Speaker 1: dead man came forth. O Claudia, if thou couldst but
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  Speaker 1: have seen the face of him, never was such a conqueror.
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  Speaker 1: yet no pride was in it, naught but love and tenderness,
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  Speaker 1: such as we Romans scoff at, and his eyes bespake
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  Speaker 1: him royal. O my Claudia, surely he was no Jew,
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  Speaker 1: but very God. Then he looked full upon me. I
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  Speaker 1: had borne much staunchly, but that look I could not bear.
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  Speaker 1: What man may front a God and live? I fell prone,
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  Speaker 1: as if stricken by a thunderbolt, and though I died not,
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  Speaker 1: Somewhat of me died that made me man. When my
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  Speaker 1: long stupor passed, I was no longer Maximus. I was
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  Speaker 1: a weakling with a piteous woman-soul. All strength and pride,
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  Speaker 1: joy and ambition gone. My Claudia, dare I tell thee
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  Speaker 1: what foul curse is mine because I looked upon a god?
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  Speaker 1: I care no more for glory. All desire for conquest
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  Speaker 1: and for strife is gone from me. All eagerness for war.
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  Speaker 1: I only care to help and heal bruised beings and
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  Speaker 1: to give some comfort to the weak and suffering. I
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  Speaker 1: cannot even hate those Jews. My lips speak harshly of them,
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  Speaker 1: but within my heart I feel a strange compassion. And
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  Speaker 1: I love all creatures, to the vilest of the slaves
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  Speaker 1: who seem to me as brothers. Claudia, scorn me not
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  Speaker 1: for this weakness. It will pass. Surely it will pass
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  Speaker 1: in time. and I shall be Maximus strong and valiant
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  Speaker 1: once again, forgetting that slain god. And yet, and yet,
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  Speaker 1: he looked as one who could not be forgot.
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  Speaker 3: Songs of the Sea Rain Along Shore Wan white mists
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  Speaker 3: upon the sea, East wind harping mournfully, All the sunken
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  Speaker 3: reefs along, Wail and heartbreak in its song, But adown
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  Speaker 3: the placid bay, Fisherfolk keep holiday. All the deeps beyond
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  Speaker 3: the bar, Call and murmur from afar, Plaining of a
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  Speaker 3: mighty woe, Where the great ships come and go, But
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  Speaker 3: adown the harbour grey, Fisherfolk keep holiday. WHEN THE CLOUDY
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  Speaker 3: HEAVENS FROWN, AND THE SWEEPING RAIN COMES DOWN, BOATS AT
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  Speaker 3: ANCHORAGE MUST BIDE, IN DESPITE OF TIME OR TIDE, MAKING
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  Speaker 3: MERRY AS THEY MAY, FISHERFOLK KEEP HOLIDAY. NOW IS TIME
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  Speaker 3: FOR JEST AND SONG, ALL THE IDLE SHORE LONG, NOW
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  Speaker 3: IS TIME FOR WOOING DEER, MAIDENS CANNOT CHOOSE BUT HEAR,
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  Speaker 3: DAFFING TOIL AND CARE AWAY, FISHERFOLK KEEP HOLIDAY. Oh, the
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  Speaker 3: fretted reefs may wail. Every man has furled his sail. Oh,
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  Speaker 3: the wind may moan in fear. Every lad is with
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  Speaker 3: his deer. Mirth and laughter have their way. Fisherfolk keep holiday.
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  Speaker 4: A gallant city has been builded far in the pied heaven.
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  Speaker 4: Bannered with crimson, sentinelled by star of crystal even, Around
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  Speaker 4: a harbour of the twilight glowing, With jubilant waves about
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  Speaker 4: its gateways flowing, A city of the land of lost delight,
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  Speaker 4: on seas enchanted, Presently to be lost in mist moon-white
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  Speaker 4: and music haunted, Given but briefly to our raptured vision,
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  Speaker 4: With all its opal towers and shrines elision, Had we
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  Speaker 4: some mystic boat with pearly oar and wizard pilot, to
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  Speaker 4: guide us safely by the siren shore and cloudy islet,
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  Speaker 4: we might embark and reach that shining portal beyond which
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  Speaker 4: linger dreams and joys immortal. But we may only gaze
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  Speaker 4: with longing eyes on those far, sparkling palaces in the
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  Speaker 4: fairy-peopled skies, or waters darkling, until the winds of night
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  Speaker 4: come shoreward roaming, and the dim west has only gray
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  Speaker 4: and gloaming. Section 4 of The Watchman and Other Poems
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  Speaker 4: by L. M. Montgomery Read for LibriVox.org by Barbara Best.
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  Speaker 4: When the Dark Comes Down When the dark comes down, oh,
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  Speaker 4: the wind is on the sea, with lisping laugh and
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  Speaker 4: whimper to the red-reefed threnody. The boats are sailing homeward now,
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  Speaker 4: across the harbor bar, with many a jest and many
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  Speaker 4: a shout from fishing grounds afar. So furl your sails
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  Speaker 4: and take your rest, ye fisher-folk so brown, for task
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  Speaker 4: and quest are ended when the dark comes down. When
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  Speaker 4: the dark comes down, oh, the landward valleys fill, Like
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  Speaker 4: brimming cups of purple, and on every landward hill There
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  Speaker 4: shines a star of twilight that is watching evermore The low,
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  Speaker 4: dim-lighted meadows by the long, dim-lighted shore. For there where
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  Speaker 4: vagrant daisies weave the grass a silver crown, The lads
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  Speaker 4: and lassies wander when the dark comes down. When the
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  Speaker 4: dark comes down, oh, the children fall asleep, and mothers
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  Speaker 4: in the fishing huts their happy vigils keep. There's music
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  Speaker 4: in the song they sing and music on the sea,
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  Speaker 4: the loving, lingering echoes of the twilight's litany. For toil
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  Speaker 4: has folded hands to dream and care has ceased to frown,
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  Speaker 4: and every wave's a lyric when the dark comes down.
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  Speaker 5: Section 5 of The Watchman and Other Poems by L. M. Montgomery.
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  Speaker 5: Read for lippervox.org by Larry Wilson. Harbor Moonrise. There is
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  Speaker 5: never a wind to sing o'er the sea on its
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  Speaker 5: dimpled bosom that holdeth in fee wealth of silver and magicry.
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  Speaker 5: And the harbor is like to an ebon cup with
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  Speaker 5: mother-pearl to the lips lined up and brimmed with the
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  Speaker 5: wine of entranced delight, purple and rare from the flagon
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  Speaker 5: of night. Low in the east is a glamour and gleam,
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  Speaker 5: like waves that lap on the shores of dream or
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  Speaker 5: voice their lure in a poet's theme. And behind the
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  Speaker 5: curtsying fisher-boats the barge of the rising moon upfloats. The
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  Speaker 5: pilot-ship over unknown seas of treasure-laden cloud argosies ere ever
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  Speaker 5: she drifts from the ocean's rim out from the background
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  Speaker 5: of the shadows dim stealeth a boat o'er her golden
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  Speaker 5: rim noiselessly swiftly it swayeth by into the bourne of
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  Speaker 5: enchanted sky like a fairy shallop that seeks the strand
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  Speaker 5: of a far and uncharted fairyland now ere the sleeping
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  Speaker 5: winds may stir, send, O my heart, a wish with her,
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  Speaker 5: like to a venturous mariner, for who knoweth but that
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  Speaker 5: on an elfin sea she may meet the bark that
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  Speaker 5: is sailing to thee, and, winging thy message across the foam,
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  Speaker 5: may hasten the hour when thy ship comes home.
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  Speaker 6: Section 6 of The Watchman and Other Poems by L. M.
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  Speaker 6: Montgomery Read for LibriVox.org by John Winter. Before the Storm
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  Speaker 6: There's a greyness over the harbour like fear on the
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  Speaker 6: face of a woman. The sob of the waves has
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  Speaker 6: a sound akin to a woman's cry, and the deeps
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  Speaker 6: beyond the bar are moaning with evil presage of a
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  Speaker 6: storm that will leap from its lair in that dour
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  Speaker 6: north-eastern sky. Slowly the pale mists rise, like ghosts of
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  Speaker 6: the sea in the offing, creeping all wan and chilly
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  Speaker 6: by headland and sunken reef, and a wind is wailing
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  Speaker 6: and keening like a lost thing mid the islands, boding
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  Speaker 6: of wreck and tempest, planing of dollar and grief. Swiftly
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  Speaker 6: the boats come homeward, over the grim bar crowding, like
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  Speaker 6: birds that flee to their shelter in hurry and affright.
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  Speaker 6: Only the wild grey gulls that love the cloud and
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  Speaker 6: the clamour will dare to tempt the ways of the
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  Speaker 6: ravening sea tonight. But the ship that sailed at the dawning,
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  Speaker 6: manned by the lads who love us, God help and
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  Speaker 6: pity her when the storm is loosed on her track.
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  Speaker 6: O women, we pray tonight and keep a vigil of
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  Speaker 6: sorrow for those we speed at the dawning and may
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  Speaker 6: never welcome back.
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  Speaker 7: Section 7 of The Watchman and Other Poems by L.M. Montgomery,
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  Speaker 7: read for LibriVox.org by Jim McDougall. On the Bay When
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  Speaker 7: the salt wave laps on the long dim shore and
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  Speaker 7: frets the reef with its windy sallies, and the dawn's
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  Speaker 7: white light is threading once more the purple firs in
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  Speaker 7: the landward valleys, while yet the arms of the wide
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  Speaker 7: gray sea or cradling the sunrise that is to be.
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  Speaker 7: The fisherman's boat through the mist afar has sailed in
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  Speaker 7: the wake of the morning star. The wind in his
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  Speaker 7: cordage and canvas sings its old glad song of strength
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  Speaker 7: and endeavor, and up from the heart of the ocean
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  Speaker 7: rings a call of courage and cheer forever. Toil and
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  Speaker 7: danger and stress may wait beyond the arch of the
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  Speaker 7: morning's gate, but he knows that behind him Upon the shore,
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  Speaker 7: a true heart prays for him evermore. When a young
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  Speaker 7: moon floats in the hollow sky, like a fairy shallop,
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  Speaker 7: all pale and golden, and over the rocks that are
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  Speaker 7: grim and high, the lamp of the lighthouse aloft is holden.
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  Speaker 7: When the bay is like to a lucent cup, with
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  Speaker 7: glamour and glory and glow filled up, and the track
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  Speaker 7: of the sun set across the foam, the fisherman's boat
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  Speaker 7: comes sailing home. The wind is singing a low sweet
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  Speaker 7: song of a rest well won and a toil well over,
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  Speaker 7: and there on the shore shines clear and strong the
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  Speaker 7: star of the home light to guide the rover. And
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  Speaker 7: deep unto deep may call and wail, but the fisherman
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  Speaker 7: laughs as he furls his sail, for the bar is
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  Speaker 7: past and the reef is dim, and a true heart
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  Speaker 7: is waiting to welcome him.
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  Speaker 3: Section 8 of The Watchman and Other Poems by Ellen
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  Speaker 3: Montgomery Read for LibriVox.org by Rachel Shore Twilight Lo, find
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  Speaker 3: we here when the ripe day is o'er, A kingdom
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  Speaker 3: of enchantment by the shore. Behold the sky with early
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  Speaker 3: stars ashine, A jeweled flagon brimmed with purple wine. Like
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  Speaker 3: a dumb poet's soul the troubled sea moans of its
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  Speaker 3: joy and sorrow wordlessly. But the glad winds that utter
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  Speaker 3: not of grief make silver speech by headland and by reef.
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  Speaker 3: Saving for such there is no voice or call to
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  Speaker 3: mar the gracious silence over all. Silence so tender to
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  Speaker 3: the sweet caress a most beguiling and dear loneliness. Lo,
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  Speaker 3: here we find a beckoning solitude. A winsome presence to.
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  Speaker 4: Be mutely wooed.
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  Speaker 3: Which, being one, will teach us fabled lore, The old,
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  Speaker 3: old grammar of the Sybil shore? Oh, what a poignant
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  Speaker 3: rapture thus to be, Lingering at twilight by the ancient sea!
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  Speaker 3: SONG OF THE SEA WIND When the sun sets over
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  Speaker 3: the long blue wave, I spring from my couch of rest,
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  Speaker 3: and I hurtle and boom over leagues of foam that
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  Speaker 3: toss in the weltering west. I pipe a hymn to
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  Speaker 3: the headlands high, my comrades forevermore, and I chase the
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  Speaker 3: tricksy curls of foam o'er the glimmering sandy shore. The
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  Speaker 3: moon is my friend on clear white nights when I
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  Speaker 3: ripple her silver way and whistle blithely about the rocks
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  Speaker 3: like an elfin thing at play. But anon I raven
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  Speaker 3: with cloud and mist And wail neath the curdled sky
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  Speaker 3: When the reef snarls yawn like a questing beast And
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  Speaker 3: the frightened ships go by I scatter the dawn across
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  Speaker 3: the sea Like wine of amber flung From a crystal
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  Speaker 3: goblet all far and fine Where the morning star is
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  Speaker 3: hung I blow from east and I blow from west
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  Speaker 3: Wherever my longing be The wind of the land is
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  Speaker 3: a hindered thing But the ocean wind is.
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  Speaker 8: Free Section 10 of The Watchman and Other Poems by L.M.
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  Speaker 8: Montgomery Read for LibriVox.org by Arthur Crollman Morning along shore Hark!
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  Speaker 8: O hark! the elfin laughter All the little waves along
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  Speaker 8: As if echoes speeding after Mocked a merry merman's song
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  Speaker 8: All the gulls are out delighting In a wild, uncharted
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  Speaker 8: quest See the first red sunshine smiting, silver sheen of
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  Speaker 8: wing and breast. Ho, the sunrise, rainbow-hearted, steals athwart the
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  Speaker 8: misty brine, and the sky where clouds have parted is
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  Speaker 8: a bowl of amber wine. Sweet its cradle-lilt partaking, dreams
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  Speaker 8: that hover o'er the sea, but the lyric of its
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  Speaker 8: waking is a sweeter thing to me. Who would drowse
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  Speaker 8: in dull devotion, To his ease when dark is done,
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  Speaker 8: And upon its breast the ocean, Like a jewel wears
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  Speaker 8: the sun? Up forsake a lazy pillow, Calls the sea
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  Speaker 8: from cleft and cave, Ho! for antic wind and billow,
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  Speaker 8: When the morn is on the wave. Section 11 of
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  Speaker 8: The Watchman and Other Poems by L.M. Montgomery Read for LibriVox.
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  Speaker 8: by Arthur Crollman Off to the fishing ground There's a
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  Speaker 8: piping wind from a sunrise shore Blowing over a silver
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  Speaker 8: sea There's a joyous voice in the lapsing tide That
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  Speaker 8: calls enticingly The mist of dawn has taken flight to
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  Speaker 8: the dim horizons bound. And with wide sails set and
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  Speaker 8: eager hearts, we're off to the fishing ground. Ho, comrades mine,
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  Speaker 8: how that brave wind sings like a great sea harp afar.
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  Speaker 8: We whistle its wild notes back to it as we
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  Speaker 8: cross the harbor bar. Behind us there are the homes
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  Speaker 8: we love and hearts that are fond and true. and
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  Speaker 8: before us beckons a strong young day on leagues of
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  Speaker 8: glorious blue. Comrades, a song as the fleet goes out,
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  Speaker 8: a song of the Orient Sea. We are the heirs
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  Speaker 8: of its tingling strife, its courage and liberty. Sing as
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  Speaker 8: the white sails cream and fill, and the foam in
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  Speaker 8: our wake is long. Sing till the headlands, black and grim,
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  Speaker 8: echo us back our song. Oh, tis a glad and
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  Speaker 8: heartsome thing to wake ere the night be done, and
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  Speaker 8: steer the course that our father steered in the path
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  Speaker 8: of the rising sun.
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  Speaker 9: The wind and.
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  Speaker 8: Welkin and wave are ours wherever our born is found,
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  Speaker 8: and we envy no landsman his dream and sleep when
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  Speaker 8: we're off to the fishing ground. Section 12 of The
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  Speaker 8: Watchman and Other Poems By L.M. Montgomery Read for livervox.org
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  Speaker 8: By Arthur Crollman.
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  Speaker 9: In Port.
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  Speaker 8: Out of the fires of the sunset Come we again
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  Speaker 8: to our own We have girdled the world in our
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  Speaker 8: sailing Under many an orient star Still to our battered
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  Speaker 8: canvas The scents of the spice gales cling And our
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  Speaker 8: hearts are swelling within us As we cross the harbour
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  Speaker 8: bar Beyond are the dusky hills where the twilight hangs
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  Speaker 8: in the pine trees. Below are the lights of home
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  Speaker 8: where our watching the tender eyes. We have dreamed of
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  Speaker 8: on fretted seas in the hours of long night watches.
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  Speaker 8: Ever a beacon to us as we look to the
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  Speaker 8: stranger skies. Hark how the wind comes out of the
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  Speaker 8: haven's arms to greet us. bringing with it the song
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  Speaker 8: that is sung on the ancient shore. Shipmates, for we
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  Speaker 8: are sails, we have left the seas behind us, gladly
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  Speaker 8: finding at last our homes and our loves once more.
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  Speaker 9: The Gulls.
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  Speaker 8: Soft is the sky in the mist-curdled east, light is
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  Speaker 8: abroad on the sea. All of the heaven with silver
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  Speaker 8: is fleeced, holding the sunrise in fee. Lo, with a
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  Speaker 8: flash and uplifting of wings, down where the long ripples break,
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  Speaker 8: cometh a bevy of glad-hearted things. Tis morn, for the
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  Speaker 8: gulls are awake. Slumber is calm on the ocean and shore,
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  Speaker 8: comes with the turn of the tide. Never a strong
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  Speaker 8: sweeping pinion may soar where the tame fishing boats ride.
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  Speaker 8: Far and beyond in blue deserts of sea where the
• 23:41
  Speaker 8: wild winds are at play, there may the spirits of
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  Speaker 8: seabirds be free. Tis noon, for the gulls are away.
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  Speaker 8: Over the rim of the sunset is blown, sea dusk
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  Speaker 8: of purple and gold. Speed now the wanderers back to
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  Speaker 8: their own, Wings the most tireless must fold. Homeward together
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  Speaker 8: at twilight they flock, Sated with joys of the deep.
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  Speaker 8: Drowsily huddled on headland and rock, Tis night, for the
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  Speaker 8: gulls are asleep. Sunrise along shore. Athwart the harbour lingers
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  Speaker 8: yet The ashen gleam of breaking day, And where the
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  Speaker 8: guardian cliffs are set The noiseless shadows steal away. But
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  Speaker 8: all the winnowed eastern sky Is flushed with many a
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  Speaker 8: tender hue, And spears of light are smiting through The
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  Speaker 8: ranks where huddled sea-mists fly. Across the ocean wan and
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  Speaker 8: grey Gay fleets of golden ripples come For at the
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  Speaker 8: birth hour of the day The roistering wayward winds are
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  Speaker 8: dumb The rocks that stretch to meet the tide Are
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  Speaker 8: smitten with a ruddy glow And faint reflections come and
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  Speaker 8: go Where fishing boats at anchor ride All life leaps
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  Speaker 8: out to greet the light The shining seagulls dive and
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  Speaker 8: soar The swallows whirl in dizzy flight, And sand-peeps flit
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  Speaker 8: along the shore. From every purple landward hill The banners
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  Speaker 8: of the morning fly, But on the headlands dim and
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  Speaker 8: high The fishing-hamlets slumber still. One boat alone beyond the
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  Speaker 8: bar Is sailing outward blithe and free To carry sturdy
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  Speaker 8: hearts afar. across those wastes of sparkling sea, staunchly to
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  Speaker 8: seek what may be won from out the treasures of
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  Speaker 8: the deep, to toil for those at home who sleep,
• 26:12
  Speaker 8: and be the first to greet the sun. Section 15
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  Speaker 8: of The Watchman and Other Poems by L.M. Montgomery Read
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  Speaker 8: for Libervox.org by Arthur Crollman The Sea Spirit I smile
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  Speaker 8: o'er the wrinkled blue. Lo, the sea is fair, smooth
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  Speaker 8: as the flow of a maiden's hair, and the welkin's
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  Speaker 8: light shines through into mid-sea caverns of beryl hue. And
• 26:43
  Speaker 8: the little waves laugh, and the mermaids sing, and the
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  Speaker 8: sea is a beautiful, sinuous thing. I scowl in sullen guise.
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  Speaker 8: The sea grows dark and dun. The swift clouds hide
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  Speaker 8: the sun. but not the pale light in my eyes,
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  Speaker 8: and the frightened wind as it flies, ruffles the billows
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  Speaker 8: with stormy wing, and the sea is a terrible, treacherous thing.
• 27:12
  Speaker 8: When moonlight glimmers dim, I pass in the path of
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  Speaker 8: the mist, like a pale spirit by spirits kissed. At
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  Speaker 8: dawn I chant my own weird hymn, and I dabble
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  Speaker 8: my hair in the sunset's rim. and I call to
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  Speaker 8: the dwellers along the shore with a voice of grammary evermore.
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  Speaker 8: And if one for love of me gives to my
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  Speaker 8: call an ear, I will woo him and hold him dear,
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  Speaker 8: and teach him the way of the sea, and my
• 27:48
  Speaker 8: glamour shall ever over him be. Though he wander afar
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  Speaker 8: in the cities of men, he will come at last,
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  Speaker 8: To my arms again. Harbor Dawn There's a hush and
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  Speaker 8: stillness calm and deep, For the waves have wooed all
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  Speaker 8: the winds to sleep In the shadow of headlands bold
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  Speaker 8: and steep. But some gracious spirit has taken the cup
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  Speaker 8: Of the crystal sky and filled it up With rosy
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  Speaker 8: wine and in it afar Has dissolved the pearl of
• 28:36
  Speaker 8: the morning star The girdling hills with the night mist
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  Speaker 8: cold In purple raiment are hooded and stoled And smit
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  Speaker 8: on the brows with fire and gold And in the
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  Speaker 8: distance the wide white sea is a thing of glamour
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  Speaker 8: and wizardry, with its wild heart lulled to a passing
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  Speaker 8: rest and the sunrise cradled upon its breast. With the
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  Speaker 8: first red sunlight on mast and spar, a ship is
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  Speaker 8: sailing beyond the bar, bound to a land that is
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  Speaker 8: fair and far. And those who wait and those who
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  Speaker 8: go are brave and hopeful For well they know, fortune
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  Speaker 8: and favor the ship shall win. That crosses the bar
• 29:33
  Speaker 8: when the dawn comes in. Section 17 of The Watchman
• 29:38
  Speaker 8: and Other Persons by L.M. Montgomery, read for Libervox.org by
• 29:44
  Speaker 8: Arthur Krollman. My longshore lass, far in the mellow western sky,
• 29:51
  Speaker 8: above the restless harbor bar, a beacon on the coast
• 29:56
  Speaker 8: of night, shines out a calm, white evening star. But
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  Speaker 8: your deep eyes, my longshore lass, are brighter, clearer far.
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  Speaker 8: The glory of the sunset past still gleams upon the
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  Speaker 8: water there, but all its splendor cannot match the wind-blown
• 30:20
  Speaker 8: brightness of your hair. Not any seamate's floating locks of
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  Speaker 8: gold are half so fair. The waves are whispering to
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  Speaker 8: the sands with murmurs as of elfin glee. But your
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  Speaker 8: low laughter, longshore lass, is like a sea harp's melody.
• 30:45
  Speaker 8: And the vibrant tones of your tender voice are sweeter
• 30:49
  Speaker 8: far to me. Section 18 of The Watchman and Other
• 30:55
  Speaker 8: Poems by L.M. Montgomery. Read for Libervox.org by Arthur Coleman.
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  Speaker 8: When the fishing boats go out. When the lucent skies
• 31:06
  Speaker 8: of morning flush with dawning rose once more. And waves
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  Speaker 8: of golden glory break adown the sunrise shore. And o'er
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  Speaker 8: the arch of heaven pied films of vapor float. There's
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  Speaker 8: joyance and there's freedom when the fishing boats go out.
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  Speaker 8: The wind is blowing freshly up from far uncharted caves
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  Speaker 8: and sending sparkling kisses o'er the brows of virgin waves.
• 31:38
  Speaker 8: While routed dawn mists shiver, oh, far and fast they flee,
• 31:44
  Speaker 8: pierced by the shafts of sunrise athwart the merry sea.
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  Speaker 8: Behind us, fair, light-smitten hills in dappled splendor lie. Before us,
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  Speaker 8: the wide ocean runs to meet the limpid sky. Our
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  Speaker 8: hearts are full of poignant life, and care has fled afar,
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  Speaker 8: as sweeps the white-winged fishing fleet across the harbor bar.
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  Speaker 8: The sea is calling to us in a blithesome voice
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  Speaker 8: and free. There's keenest rapture on its breast, and boundless liberty.
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  Speaker 8: Each man is master of his craft, its gleaming sails outblown,
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  Speaker 8: and far behind him on the shore, a home he
• 32:38
  Speaker 8: calls his own. Salt is the breath of ocean slopes,
• 32:44
  Speaker 8: and fresher blows the breeze. And swifter still each bounding
• 32:49
  Speaker 8: keel cuts through the combing seas. Athwart our masts the
• 32:55
  Speaker 8: shadows of the dipping seagulls float. And all the water
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  Speaker 8: world's alive when the fishing boats go out. Last night
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  Speaker 8: a pale young moon was wed unto the amorous, eager sea.
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  Speaker 8: Her maiden veil of mist she wore, his kingly purple
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  Speaker 8: vesture he. With her a bridled train of stars walked
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  Speaker 8: sisterly through shadows dim. And, master minstrel of the world,
• 33:41
  Speaker 8: the great wind sang the marriage hymn. Thus came she
• 33:46
  Speaker 8: down the silent sky, Unto the sea her faith to plight,
• 33:53
  Speaker 8: And the grave priest who wedded them Was ancient, somber-mantled night.
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  Speaker 8: The Sea to the Shore Lo, I have loved thee long,
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  Speaker 8: long have I yearned and entreated. Tell me how I
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  Speaker 8: may win thee, tell me how I must woo. Shall
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  Speaker 8: I creep to thy white feet, in guise of a
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  Speaker 8: humble lover? Shall I croon in mild petition, murmuring vows anew?
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  Speaker 8: Shall I stretch my arms unto thee, biting thy maiden coyness,
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  Speaker 8: under the silver of morning, under the purple of night?
• 34:44
  Speaker 8: Taming my ancient rudeness, checking my heady clamor, thus, is
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  Speaker 8: it thus I must woo thee, O my delight? Nay,
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  Speaker 8: tis no way of the sea thus to be meekly suitor.
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  Speaker 8: I shall storm thee away with laughter, wrapped in my
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  Speaker 8: beard of snow. With the wildest of billows for chords,
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  Speaker 8: I shall harp thee a song for thy bridal. a
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  Speaker 8: mighty lyric of love that feared not, nor would forego.
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  Speaker 8: With a red gold wedding ring, mined from the caves
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  Speaker 8: of sunset, fast shall I bind thy faith to my
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  Speaker 8: faith evermore. And the stars will wait on our pleasure,
• 35:32
  Speaker 8: the great north wind will trumpet, a thunderous marriage march
• 35:37
  Speaker 8: for the nuptials of sea and shore. Section 21 of
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  Speaker 8: The Watchman and.
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  Speaker 9: Other Poems by L.M. Montgomery.
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  Speaker 8: Read for Libervox.org by Arthur Coleman. The Voyagers We shall
• 35:54
  Speaker 8: launch our shallop on waters blue from some dim primrose shore.
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  Speaker 8: We shall sail with the magic of dusk behind and
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  Speaker 8: enchanted coasts before. Over oceans that stretch to the sunset
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  Speaker 8: land where lost Atlantis lies. and our pilot shall be
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  Speaker 8: the vesper star that shines in the amber skies. The
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  Speaker 8: sirens will call to us again, all sweet and demon-fair,
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  Speaker 8: and a pale mermaiden will beckon us with mist on
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  Speaker 8: her night-black hair. We shall see the flash of her
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  Speaker 8: ivory arms, her mocking and luring face, and her guiling
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  Speaker 8: laughter will echo through the great wind-winnowed space. But we
• 36:43
  Speaker 8: shall not linger for woven spell or sea nymphs' sorceries.
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  Speaker 8: It is ours to seek for the fount of youth
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  Speaker 8: and the gold of Hesperides. Till the harp of the
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  Speaker 8: waves in its rhythmic beat keeps time to our pulses' swing,
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  Speaker 8: and the orient welkin is smit to flame with auroral crimsoning.
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  Speaker 8: And at last, on some white and wondrous dawn, we
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  Speaker 8: shall reach the fairy isle, where our hope and our
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  Speaker 8: dream are waiting us, and the tomorrows smile. With song
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  Speaker 8: on our lips and faith in our hearts, we sail
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  Speaker 8: on our ancient quest, and each man shall find, at
• 37:29
  Speaker 8: the end of the voyage, the thing he loves the best.
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  Speaker 5: Section 22 of The Watchman and Other Poems by L. M.
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  Speaker 5: Montgomery Read for LibriVox.org by Larry Wilson. Songs of the
• 37:48
  Speaker 5: Hills and Woods. Twilight and I went hand in hand.
• 37:56
  Speaker 5: Twilight and I went hand in hand as lovers walk
• 37:59
  Speaker 5: in shining maze, or musky memory haunted ways across a
• 38:04
  Speaker 5: lonely harvest land, where the west winds chanted in the
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  Speaker 5: wheat an old, old vesper, wondrous and sweet. oh twilight
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  Speaker 5: was a comrade rare for gipsy heath or templed grove
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  Speaker 5: in her gray vesture shadow wove i saw the darkness
• 38:22
  Speaker 5: of her hair faint mirrored in a field pool dim
• 38:26
  Speaker 5: as we stood tiptoe on its rim we went as
• 38:31
  Speaker 5: lightly as on wings through many a scented chamber fair
• 38:35
  Speaker 5: among the pines and balsams where i could have dreamed
• 38:39
  Speaker 5: of darling things and ever as we went i knew
• 38:42
  Speaker 5: the peeping fairy folk went too i could have lingered
• 38:48
  Speaker 5: now and then by gates of moonrise that might lead
• 38:51
  Speaker 5: to some forgotten spicered mead or in some mossy cloistered
• 38:56
  Speaker 5: glen where silence very still and deep seemed fallen in
• 39:00
  Speaker 5: enchanted sleep but twilight ever led me on as lovers
• 39:04
  Speaker 5: walk until we came to hills where sunsets shaken flame
• 39:09
  Speaker 5: had paled to ashes dead and won. And there, with
• 39:13
  Speaker 5: footsteps stolen light, she left me to the lure of night.
• 39:20
  Speaker 10: Section 23 of The Watchman and Other Poems by Ellen Montgomery,
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  Speaker 10: read for LibriVox.org by Lydia. Come, rest a while. Come,
• 39:32
  Speaker 10: rest a while, and let us idly stray In glimmering valleys,
• 39:36
  Speaker 10: cool and far away. Come from the greedy mart, the
• 39:39
  Speaker 10: troubled street, And listen to the music, faint and sweet—
• 39:43
  Speaker 10: that echoes ever to a listening ear, unheard by those
• 39:47
  Speaker 10: who will not pause to hear, the wayward chimes of
• 39:50
  Speaker 10: memory's pensive bells, wind-blown o'er misty hills and curtains' dells,
• 39:55
  Speaker 10: one step aside and dewy buds unclose, the sweetness of
• 39:59
  Speaker 10: the violet and the rose, song and romance still linger
• 40:02
  Speaker 10: in the green, and blossomed ways by you so seldom seen,
• 40:08
  Speaker 10: and near at hand, would you but see them, lie
• 40:10
  Speaker 10: all lovely things beloved in days gone by, You have
• 40:14
  Speaker 10: forgotten what it is to smile in your too busy life. Come,
• 40:18
  Speaker 10: rest a while.
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  Speaker 11: Section 24 of The Watchman and Other Poems by L. M.
• 40:25
  Speaker 11: Montgomery Read for LibriVox.org by Newgate Novelist An April night
• 40:34
  Speaker 11: The moon comes up o'er the deeps of the woods
• 40:37
  Speaker 11: And the long low dingles that hide the hills Where
• 40:40
  Speaker 11: the ancient beaches are moist with buds over the pools
• 40:44
  Speaker 11: and the whimpering rills. And with her the mists, like
• 40:48
  Speaker 11: dryads that creep from their oaks or the spirits of
• 40:51
  Speaker 11: pine-hid springs, who hold, while the eyes of the world
• 40:54
  Speaker 11: are asleep, with the wind on the hills, their gay revelings.
• 40:59
  Speaker 11: Down on the marshlands, with flicker and glow, wanders Willow
• 41:02
  Speaker 11: the Wisp through the night, seeking for witch-gold lost long
• 41:06
  Speaker 11: ago by the glimmer of goblin lantern-light. The night is
• 41:11
  Speaker 11: a sorceress, dusk-eyed and dear, akin to all eerie and
• 41:14
  Speaker 11: elfin things, who weaves about us in meadow and mere
• 41:18
  Speaker 11: the spell of a hundred vanished springs.
• 41:24
  Speaker 9: Now on the hill The fitful wind is so still
• 41:44
  Speaker 9: that never a whimpling mist uplifts, nor a trembling leaf
• 41:48
  Speaker 9: drop-laden stirs. From the ancient firs, aroma of balsam drifts,
• 41:55
  Speaker 9: and the silent places are filled with elusive odors distilled
• 42:01
  Speaker 9: by the rain from asters, empearled and frilled. and a wild,
• 42:07
  Speaker 9: wet savor that dwells far adown in tawny fallows and bracondells. Then,
• 42:16
  Speaker 9: with a rush, breaking the beautiful hush, where the only
• 42:21
  Speaker 9: sound was the lisping, low converse of raindrops, or the
• 42:26
  Speaker 9: deer's sound, close to the ground, that grasses make when
• 42:31
  Speaker 9: they grow, comes the wind in a gay, rollicking turbulent way,
• 42:38
  Speaker 9: to winnow each bough and toss each spray, piping and
• 42:43
  Speaker 9: whistling in glee, with the vibrant notes of a merry minstrelsy.
• 42:49
  Speaker 9: The friendly rain sings many a haunting strain, now of
• 42:54
  Speaker 9: gladness and now of dole, anon of the glamour and
• 42:59
  Speaker 9: the dream that ever seem to wait on a pilgrim soul. Yea,
• 43:05
  Speaker 9: We can hear the grief of an elder year, And
• 43:09
  Speaker 9: laughter half-forgotten and dear, In the wind and the rain
• 43:13
  Speaker 9: we find, Fellowship meet for each change of mood or mind.
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  Speaker 12: For Little Things Last night I looked across the hills
• 43:35
  Speaker 12: and through an arch of darkling pine. Lo, swung against
• 43:39
  Speaker 12: a limpid west, I saw a young moon shine. And
• 43:42
  Speaker 12: as I gazed, there blew a wind, loosed where the
• 43:45
  Speaker 12: sylvan shadows stir, bringing delight to soul and sense the
• 43:49
  Speaker 12: breath of dying fur. This morn I saw a dancing
• 43:53
  Speaker 12: host of poppies in a garden way, and straight my
• 43:56
  Speaker 12: heart was mirth-possessed, and I was glad as they. I
• 44:00
  Speaker 12: heard a song across the sea. as sweet and faint
• 44:04
  Speaker 12: as echoes are, and glimpsed a poignant happiness no care
• 44:08
  Speaker 12: of earth might mar. Dear God, our life is beautiful
• 44:12
  Speaker 12: in every splendid gift it brings, but most I thank
• 44:16
  Speaker 12: thee humbly for the joy of little things.
• 44:32
  Speaker 13: Hark, I hear a robin calling. List, the wind is
• 44:35
  Speaker 13: from the south, and the orchard bloom is falling sweet
• 44:38
  Speaker 13: as kisses on the mouth. In the dreamy vale of beaches,
• 44:42
  Speaker 13: fair and faint is woven mist, and the river's orient
• 44:45
  Speaker 13: reaches are the palest amethyst. Every limpid brook is singing
• 44:50
  Speaker 13: of the lure of April days. Every piney glen is
• 44:53
  Speaker 13: ringing with the maddest rundelays. Come and let us seek
• 44:57
  Speaker 13: together springtime lore of daffodils. Giving to the golden weather
• 45:02
  Speaker 13: greeting on the summer warm hills. Ours shall be the
• 45:05
  Speaker 13: moonrise ceiling through the birch's ivory white. Ours shall be
• 45:09
  Speaker 13: the mystic healing of the velvet-footed night. Ours shall be
• 45:13
  Speaker 13: the gypsy winding of the path with violets blue. Ours
• 45:16
  Speaker 13: at last the wizard finding of the land where dreams
• 45:19
  Speaker 13: come true.
• 45:21
  Speaker 2: Section 28 of Watchmen and Other Poems by L. M.
• 45:25
  Speaker 2: Montgomery Read for laborworks.org by Joe Blue a day off
• 45:31
  Speaker 2: let us put a while away all the cares of
• 45:34
  Speaker 2: work a day for a golden time forget task and
• 45:37
  Speaker 2: worry toil and fret let us take a day to
• 45:40
  Speaker 2: dream in the meadow by the stream We may lie
• 45:43
  Speaker 2: in grasses cool, fringing a pellucid pool. We may learn
• 45:47
  Speaker 2: the gay book runes sung on amber afternoons, and the
• 45:51
  Speaker 2: keen wind rhyme that fills mossy hollow of the hills.
• 45:54
  Speaker 2: Where the wild wood whisper stirs, we may talk with
• 45:58
  Speaker 2: lisping firs. We may gather honeyed blooms in the dappled
• 46:02
  Speaker 2: forest glooms. We may eat of berries red, or the
• 46:06
  Speaker 2: emerald upland spread. We may linger, as we will, in
• 46:09
  Speaker 2: the sunset valleys still. till the gypsy shadows creep from
• 46:14
  Speaker 2: the starlit land of sleep, and the mist of evening
• 46:17
  Speaker 2: grey girdles round our pilgrim way. We may bring to
• 46:21
  Speaker 2: work again courage from the tasseled glen, bring a strength
• 46:25
  Speaker 2: unfailing one from the paths of cloud and sun, and
• 46:29
  Speaker 2: the wholesome zest that springs from all happy growing things.
• 46:36
  Speaker 13: Section 29 of The Watchman and other poems by L. M. Montgomery,
• 46:40
  Speaker 13: read for LibriVox.org by Elizabeth Travers. The Wind O wind,
• 46:47
  Speaker 13: what saw you in the south, in lily meadows far
• 46:50
  Speaker 13: and fair? I saw a lover kiss his lass, new
• 46:53
  Speaker 13: one beneath the evening star. O wind, what saw you
• 46:56
  Speaker 13: in the west, of passing sweet that wooed your stay?
• 46:59
  Speaker 13: I saw a mother kneeling by the cradle where her
• 47:01
  Speaker 13: firstborn lay. O wind, what saw you in the north,
• 47:04
  Speaker 13: that you shall dream of evermore? I saw a maiden
• 47:08
  Speaker 13: keeping tryst upon a grey and haunted shore. O wind,
• 47:11
  Speaker 13: what saw you in the east, that still of ancient
• 47:14
  Speaker 13: dull you crooned? I saw a wan wreck on the
• 47:17
  Speaker 13: waves and a dead face beneath the moon.
• 47:21
  Speaker 14: Here is a voice that soundeth low and far and lyric.
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  Speaker 14: voice of wind among the pines where the untroubled glimmering
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  Speaker 14: waters are and sunlight seldom shines elusive shadows linger shyly
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  Speaker 14: here and wood flowers blow like pale sweet spirit bloom
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  Speaker 14: and white slim birches whisper mirrored clear in the pool's
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  Speaker 14: lucent gloom Here Pan might pipe, or wandering Dryad kneel,
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  Speaker 14: to view her loveliness beside the brim, or laughing wood-nymphs
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  Speaker 14: from the byways steal, to dance around its rim. Tis
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  Speaker 14: such a witching spot as might beseem a seeker for
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  Speaker 14: young friendship's trysting place, or lover yielding to the immortal
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  Speaker 14: dream of one beloved face. Section 31 of The Watchman
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  Speaker 14: and Other Poems by L. M. Montgomery Read for LibriVox.org
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  Speaker 14: by Bruce Kachuk Downstream Comrades, up! Let us row downstream
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  Speaker 14: In this first rare dawn-night, While far, in the clear northwest,
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  Speaker 14: The late moon whitens and wanes. before us the sun
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  Speaker 14: will rise deep purpling headland and islet it is well
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  Speaker 14: to meet him thus with the life astir in our
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  Speaker 14: veins the wakening birds will sing for us In the woods, wind-shaken,
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  Speaker 14: And the solitude of the hills Will be broken by
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  Speaker 14: hymns to the light, As we sweep past drowsing hamlets
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  Speaker 14: Still feathered by dreams of slumber, And leave behind us
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  Speaker 14: the shadows that fell With the falling of night. The
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  Speaker 14: young day's strength is ours In sinew and thew and muscle,
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  Speaker 14: we are filled and thrilled with the spirit that dwells
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  Speaker 14: in the waste and wold glamour of wind and water
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  Speaker 14: charm of the wildernesses oh the dear joy of it
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  Speaker 14: greater than human hearts can hold While the world's tired
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  Speaker 14: children sleep, we bend to our oars, with faces set
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  Speaker 14: in our eager gladness towards the morning's gate. Lo, tis
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  Speaker 14: the sweet of the day! On, comrades mine, for beyond
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  Speaker 14: us all its dower of beauty, its glory, and wonder wait.
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  Speaker 14: Section Thirty-Two of The Watchman and Other Poems by L. M.
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  Speaker 14: Montgomery Read for LibriVox.org by Bruce Kachuk Echo Dell In
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  Speaker 14: a lone valley, fair and far, Where many sweet beguilements are,
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  Speaker 14: I know a spot to lag and dream Through damask
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  Speaker 14: morns and noons a-gleam, For feet fall lightly on the fern,
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  Speaker 14: And twilight is a wondrous thing, When the winds blow
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  Speaker 14: from some far-borne, Beyond the hill-rims, westering. There echoes ring,
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  Speaker 14: as if a throng of fairies, Heard from mortal eyes,
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  Speaker 14: sent laughter back in spirit guise, And song as the
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  Speaker 14: pure soul of song. Oh, tis a spot to love
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  Speaker 14: right well, This lonely, witching, echo dell. Even the winds
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  Speaker 14: an echo know, Elusive, faint, such as might blow From
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  Speaker 14: wandering elf-land bugles far Beneath an occidental star. And I
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  Speaker 14: have thought the bluebells Lent a subtle music to my ear,
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  Speaker 14: And that the pale wild roses bent To hearken sounds
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  Speaker 14: I might not hear The tasseled fir trees softly croon
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  Speaker 14: The fabled lore of elder days, And through the shimmering
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  Speaker 14: eastern haze Floats slowly up the mellow moon. Come, heart
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  Speaker 14: of mine, for love must dwell In whispering, witching, echo dell.
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  Speaker 14: Section Thirty-Three The Rovers Over the fields we go, through
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  Speaker 14: the sweets of the purple clover, That letters a message
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  Speaker 14: for us, as for every vagrant rover. Before us the
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  Speaker 14: dells are a-bloom, and a leaping brook calls after. Feeling
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  Speaker 14: its kinship with us in lore of dreams and laughter.
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  Speaker 14: Out of the valleys of moonlight, elfin voices are calling.
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  Speaker 14: Down from the misty hills, faint, far greetings are falling.
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  Speaker 14: Whisper the grasses to us, murmuring gleeful and airy. Knowing us, pixie-led,
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  Speaker 14: seeking the haunts of faery. The wind is our joyful
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  Speaker 14: comrade wherever our free feet wander. Over the tawny wolds,
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  Speaker 14: to the meers and meadows yonder. The mild-eyed stars go
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  Speaker 14: with us, or the rain so swiftly flying. Racing us
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  Speaker 14: over the wastes, where the hemlocks and pines are sighing.
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  Speaker 14: Across the upland, dim, down through the beckoning hollow. oh
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  Speaker 14: we go too far and fast for the feet of
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  Speaker 14: care to follow the gipsy fire in our hearts for
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  Speaker 14: the wilderness wide and luring other loves may fail but
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  Speaker 14: this is great and enduring other delights may pall but
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  Speaker 14: the joy of the open never the charm of the
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  Speaker 14: silent places must win and hold us for ever bondage
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  Speaker 14: of walls, we leave with never a glance behind us.
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  Speaker 14: Under the lucent sky the delights of the rover shall
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  Speaker 14: find us. Section 34 of The Watchman and Other Poems
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  Speaker 14: by L. M. Montgomery Read for LibriVox.org by Bruce Kachuk
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  Speaker 14: Among the Pines Here Let us linger at will, and
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  Speaker 14: delightsomely hearken, Music, aeolian of wind, in the boughs of pine,
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  Speaker 14: Timbrel of falling waters, Sounds, all soft and sonorous, Worshipful litanies,
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  Speaker 14: sung at a bannered shrine. Deep let us breathe the
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  Speaker 14: ripeness and savour of balsam, Tears that the pines have
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  Speaker 14: wept in sorrow sweet. WITH ITS AROMA COMES BEGUILEMENT OF
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  Speaker 14: THINGS FORGOTTEN, LONG PAST HOPES OF THE YEARS ON TIPTOEING FEET.
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  Speaker 14: FAR IN THE BOSKIEST GLEN OF THIS WOOD IS A
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  Speaker 14: DREAM AND A SILENCE. COME, WE SHALL CLAIM THEM OURS,
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  Speaker 14: ERE LOOK WE LONG. A DREAM THAT WE DREAMED AND LOST,
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  Speaker 14: A SILENCE RICHLY HEARTED. deep at its lyric core with
• 55:52
  Speaker 14: the soul of a song. If there be storm, it
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  Speaker 14: will thunder a march in the branches, so that our
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  Speaker 14: feet may keep true time as we go. If there
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  Speaker 14: be rain, it will laugh, it will glisten and beckon,
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  Speaker 14: calling to us as a friend, all lightly and low.
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  Speaker 14: If it be night, the moonlight will wander winsomely with us.
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  Speaker 14: If it be hour of dawn, all heaven will bloom.
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  Speaker 14: If it be sunset, its glow will enfold and pursue
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  Speaker 14: us to the remotest valley of purple gloom. Lo, the
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  Speaker 14: pine wood is a temple where the days meet to worship.
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  Speaker 14: laying their cork and care for the nonce aside. God,
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  Speaker 14: who made it, keeps it as a witness to him forever,
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  Speaker 14: walking in it as a garden at eventide. Section 35
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  Speaker 14: of The Watchman and Other Poems by L. M. Montgomery
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  Speaker 14: Read for LibriVox.org by Bruce Kachuk a day in the
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  Speaker 14: open ho a day whereon we may up and away
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  Speaker 14: with a fetterless wind that is out on the downs
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  Speaker 14: and there piping a call to the fallow and shore
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  Speaker 14: where the sea evermore surgeth over the grey reef and
• 57:35
  Speaker 14: drowns the fierce rocks with white foam it is ours
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  Speaker 14: with untired feet to roam where the pines in green
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  Speaker 14: gloom of wide vales make their murmuring home or the
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  Speaker 14: pools that the sunlight hath kissed mirror back a blue
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  Speaker 14: sky that is winnowed of cloud and of mist ho
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  Speaker 14: a day whereon we may up and away through the
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  Speaker 14: orient distances hazy and pied hand in hand with the
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  Speaker 14: gipsying breezes that blow here and there to and fro
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  Speaker 14: o'er the meadows all rosy and wide where a lyric
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  Speaker 14: of flowers is sweet sung to the frolicking hours and
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  Speaker 14: the merry buds letter the footsteps of tiptoeing showers we
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  Speaker 14: may climb where the steep is beset with a turbulent
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  Speaker 14: waterfall loving to clamour and fret Oh, a day, whereon
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  Speaker 14: we may up and away, to the year that is
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  Speaker 14: holding her cup of wild wine. If we drink, we
• 58:53
  Speaker 14: shall be as the gods of the wold, in the
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  Speaker 14: blithe days of old, elate with a laughter divine. Yea,
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  Speaker 14: and then we shall know the rare magic of solitude,
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  Speaker 14: so we shall never wish its delight and its dreams
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  Speaker 14: to forego, and our blood will upstir and upleap with
• 59:19
  Speaker 14: a fellowship splendid, a gladness impassioned and deep. Section 36
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  Speaker 14: of The Watchman and Other Poems by L. M. Montgomery
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  Speaker 14: Read for LibriVox.org by Bruce Kachuk Midnight in Camp Night
• 59:43
  Speaker 14: in the unslumbering forest From the free, vast pinelands By
• 59:48
  Speaker 14: the foot of man, untrod Blows the wild wind, roaming
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  Speaker 14: rejoicingly This wilderness of God and the tall firs that
• 1:00:00
  Speaker 14: all day long have flung balsamic odors where the sunshine
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  Speaker 14: burned chant to its harping primal epics learned when this
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  Speaker 14: old world was young beyond the lake white girdling peaks
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  Speaker 14: uplift untroubled brows to virgin skies afar and o'er the
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  Speaker 14: uncertain water glimmers drift of fitful cloud and star sure
• 1:00:29
  Speaker 14: never day such mystic beauty held as sylvan midnight here
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  Speaker 14: in this surcease of toil when the kind darkness gives
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  Speaker 14: us peace garnered from years of eld lo hearken to
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  Speaker 14: the mountain waterfall laughing adown its pathway to the glen
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  Speaker 14: and nearer in the cedars the low call of brook
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  Speaker 14: to brook again voices that garish daytime may not know
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  Speaker 14: wander at will along the bosky steeps and silent silver-footed
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  Speaker 14: moonlight creeps through the dim glades below Oh, it is
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  Speaker 14: well to waken with the woods, and feel, as those
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  Speaker 14: who wait with God alone, the forest's heart in these
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  Speaker 14: rare solitudes, beating against our own. Closed shut behind us
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  Speaker 14: are the gates of care. Divinity enfolds us, prone to bless,
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  Speaker 14: and our souls kneel. Night in the wilderness is one
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  Speaker 14: great prayer. Comrades, tried and true, through a mighty swath
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  Speaker 14: of the years spring harps glad laughter through us and
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  Speaker 14: ministrant rains of the autumn sing us again the songs
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  Speaker 14: of ancient dolor and tears the glory of sunrise smites
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  Speaker 14: on our fair free brows uplifted when the silver-curtled day
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  Speaker 14: steps over the twilight's bars At evening we look adown
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  Speaker 14: into valleys hearted with sunset, and we whisper old lore
• 1:02:45
  Speaker 14: together under the smouldering stars. Crescent moons of the summer
• 1:02:50
  Speaker 14: gleam through our swaying branches. Knee-deep in fern we stand
• 1:02:56
  Speaker 14: while the days of the sun-time go. and the winds
• 1:03:01
  Speaker 14: of winter love us the keen gay winds of the
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  Speaker 14: winter coming to our gray arms from over the plains
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  Speaker 14: of snow down in the valleys beneath us is wooing
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  Speaker 14: and winning and wedding down in the long dim valleys
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  Speaker 14: earth children wail and weep but here on these free
• 1:03:26
  Speaker 14: hills we grow and are strong and flourish. Comrades, shoulder
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  Speaker 14: to shoulder, our watch of the years to keep. A
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  Speaker 14: SUMMER DAY 1 the dawn laughs out on orient hills
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  Speaker 14: and dances with the diamond rills the ambrosial wind but
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  Speaker 14: faintly stirs the silken beaded gossamers in the wide valleys
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  Speaker 14: lone and fair lyrics are piped from limpid air and
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  Speaker 14: far above the pine-trees free voice ancient lore of sky
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  Speaker 14: and sea come let us fill our hearts straightway with
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  Speaker 14: hope and courage of the day two noon hiving sweets
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  Speaker 14: of sun and flower has fallen on dreams in wayside
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  Speaker 14: bower where bees hold honeyed fellowship with the ripe blossom
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  Speaker 14: of her lip All silent are her puffied veils, And
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  Speaker 14: all her long Arcadian dales, Where idleness is gathered up,
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  Speaker 14: A magic draught in summer's cup. Come, let us give
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  Speaker 14: ourselves to dreams, By lisping margins of her streams. 3.
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  Speaker 14: Adown the golden sunset way, The evening comes in wimple grey.
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  Speaker 14: By burnished shore and silver lake, Cool winds of ministration wake,
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  Speaker 14: O'er occidental meadows far, There shines the light of moon
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  Speaker 14: and star, And sweet, low-tinkling music rings About the lips
• 1:05:36
  Speaker 14: of haunted springs. In quietude of earth and air, Tis
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  Speaker 14: meet we yield our souls to prayer. Section 39 of
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  Speaker 14: The Watchman and Other Poems by L. M. Montgomery. Read
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  Speaker 14: for LibriVox.org by Bruce Kachuk. September. Lo, a ripe sheaf
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  Speaker 14: of many golden days, Gleaned by the year in autumn's
• 1:06:09
  Speaker 14: harvest ways, With here and there blood-tinted as an ember,
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  Speaker 14: some crimson poppy of a late delight, atoning in its
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  Speaker 14: splendor for the flight of summer blooms and joys. This
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  Speaker 14: is September. I know a place for loitering feet, deep
• 1:06:47
  Speaker 14: in the valley, where the breeze makes melody in likened bows,
• 1:06:52
  Speaker 14: and murmurs low love litanies. There slender hair-bells nod and dream,
• 1:07:00
  Speaker 14: and pale wild roses offer up the fragrance of their
• 1:07:04
  Speaker 14: golden hearts, as from some incense-brimmed cup. It holds the sunshine,
• 1:07:11
  Speaker 14: sifted down softly, through many a beach and screen, save where,
• 1:07:17
  Speaker 14: by deeper woods embraced, cool shadows linger, dim and green,
• 1:07:24
  Speaker 14: and there my love and I may walk and hearken
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  Speaker 14: to the lapsing fall of unseen brooks and tender winds
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  Speaker 14: and wooing birds that sweetly call. and every voice to
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  Speaker 14: her will say what i repeat in dear refrain, and
• 1:07:43
  Speaker 14: eyes will meet with seeking eyes, and hands will clasp
• 1:07:48
  Speaker 14: in lover's lane. Come, sweetheart, then, and we will stray
• 1:07:54
  Speaker 14: adown that valley, lingering long, until the rose is wet
• 1:08:00
  Speaker 14: with dew, and robins come to even song, and woo
• 1:08:05
  Speaker 14: each other, BORROWING SPEECH OF LOVE FROM WINDS AND BROOKS
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  Speaker 14: AND BIRDS, UNTIL OUR SUNDERED THOUGHTS ARE ONE, AND HEARTS
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  Speaker 14: HAVE NO MORE NEED OF WORDS. Through the pungent hours
• 1:08:36
  Speaker 14: of the afternoon, On the autumn slopes we have lightly wandered,
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  Speaker 14: Where the sunshine lay in a golden swoon, And the
• 1:08:45
  Speaker 14: lingering year all its sweetness squandered. Oh, it was blithesome
• 1:08:51
  Speaker 14: to roam at will Over the crest of each westering hill,
• 1:08:56
  Speaker 14: Over those dreamy, enchanted lands, where the trees held to
• 1:09:01
  Speaker 14: us their friendly hands. Winds in the pine boughs softly crooned,
• 1:09:08
  Speaker 14: or in the grasses complained most sweetly, with all the
• 1:09:12
  Speaker 14: music of earth attuned in this dear ripe time that
• 1:09:17
  Speaker 14: must pass so fleetly. golden rod, as we idled by,
• 1:09:23
  Speaker 14: held its torches of flame on high, and the esters
• 1:09:27
  Speaker 14: beckoned along our way, like fair fine ladies in silk array.
• 1:09:34
  Speaker 14: We passed by woods, where the day, aside, knelt like
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  Speaker 14: a pensive nun, and tender, we looked on valleys of
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  Speaker 14: purple pride, where she reigned a queen in her misty splendor.
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  Speaker 14: But out on the hills she was wild and free,
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  Speaker 14: a comrade to wonder right gypsily, luring us on over
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  Speaker 14: waste and wold with the charm of a message half sung,
• 1:10:02
  Speaker 14: half told. And now, when far in the shining west
• 1:10:07
  Speaker 14: she has dropped her flowers on the sunset meadow, we
• 1:10:11
  Speaker 14: turn away from our witching quest to the kindly starshine
• 1:10:16
  Speaker 14: and gathering shadow. Filled to the lips of our souls
• 1:10:20
  Speaker 14: are we with the beauty given so lavishly, and hand
• 1:10:25
  Speaker 14: in hand with the night we come back to the
• 1:10:29
  Speaker 14: light and the hearth of home. Section 42 of The
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  Speaker 14: Watchman and Other Poems by L. M. Montgomery Read for LibriVox.org
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  Speaker 14: by Bruce Kachuk An Autumn Evening Dark hills against a
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  Speaker 14: hollow crocus sky, Scarfed with its crimson pennons, And below
• 1:10:57
  Speaker 14: the dome of sunset long, Hushed valleys lie cradling the twilight,
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  Speaker 14: Where the lone winds blow and wake among the harps
• 1:11:08
  Speaker 14: of leafless trees fantastic runes and mournful melodies the chilly
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  Speaker 14: purple air is threaded through with silver from the rising
• 1:11:20
  Speaker 14: moon afar and from a gulf of clear unfathomed blue
• 1:11:25
  Speaker 14: in the south-west glimmers a great gold star above the
• 1:11:31
  Speaker 14: darkening druid glens of fir where beckoning boughs and elfin
• 1:11:36
  Speaker 14: voices stir and so i wander through the shadows still
• 1:11:42
  Speaker 14: and look and listen with a rapt delight pausing again,
• 1:11:48
  Speaker 14: and yet again, at will, to drink the elusive beauty
• 1:11:52
  Speaker 14: of the night, until my soul is filled as some
• 1:11:57
  Speaker 14: deep cup that with divine enchantment is brimmed up. November
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  Speaker 14: Evening Come, for the dusk is our own, Let us
• 1:12:22
  Speaker 14: fare forth together, With a quiet delight in our hearts,
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  Speaker 14: For the ripe, still, autumn weather, Through the rustling valley
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  Speaker 14: and wood, And over the crisping meadow, Under a high-sprung sky,
• 1:12:36
  Speaker 14: Winnowed of mist and shadow. Sharp is the frosty air,
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  Speaker 14: And through the far hill-gaps, Showing, Lucent sunset lakes of
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  Speaker 14: crocus and green are glowing. Tis the hour to walk
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  Speaker 14: at will in a wayward, unfettered roaming, caring for naught
• 1:12:58
  Speaker 14: save the charm, elusive and swift, of the gloaming. Watchful
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  Speaker 14: and stirless the fields, as if not unkindly holding, harvested
• 1:13:09
  Speaker 14: joys in their clasp. and to their broad bosoms folding
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  Speaker 14: baby hopes of a spring trusted to motherly keeping thus
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  Speaker 14: to be cherished and hapt through the long months of
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  Speaker 14: their sleeping silent the woods are and gray but the
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  Speaker 14: firs than ever are greener nipped by the frost till
• 1:13:34
  Speaker 14: the tang of their loosened balsam is keener and one
• 1:13:38
  Speaker 14: little wind in their boughs eerily swaying and swinging, very
• 1:13:44
  Speaker 14: soft and low, like a wandering minstrel is singing. Beautiful
• 1:13:51
  Speaker 14: is the year, but not as a spring-like maiden, garlanded
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  Speaker 14: with her hopes, rather the woman, laden with wealth of
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  Speaker 14: joy and grief, worthily won through living, wearing her sorrow
• 1:14:06
  Speaker 14: now like a garment of praise and thanksgivings Gently, the
• 1:14:12
  Speaker 14: dark comes down over the wild, fair places, the whispering
• 1:14:18
  Speaker 14: glens in the hills, the open, starry spaces. Rich with
• 1:14:24
  Speaker 14: the gifts of the night, sated with questing and dreaming,
• 1:14:29
  Speaker 14: we turn to the dearest of paths, where the star
• 1:14:33
  Speaker 14: of the home light is gleaming. Section 44 of The
• 1:14:41
  Speaker 14: Watchman and Other Poems by L. M. Montgomery Read for LibriVox.org
• 1:14:47
  Speaker 14: by Bruce Kachuk Out Adores There's a gypsy wind across
• 1:14:54
  Speaker 14: the harvest land. Let us fare forth with it, lightly,
• 1:14:58
  Speaker 14: hand in hand. Where cloud shadows blow across the sun-warm waste,
• 1:15:04
  Speaker 14: and the first red leaves are falling, let us haste.
• 1:15:08
  Speaker 14: for the waning days are lavish of their stores and
• 1:15:12
  Speaker 14: the joy of life is with us out-a-doors let us
• 1:15:17
  Speaker 14: roam along the ways of goldenrod over uplands where the
• 1:15:22
  Speaker 14: spicy bracken nod through the wildwood where the hemlock branches
• 1:15:27
  Speaker 14: croon their ruined chant of elder days across the noon
• 1:15:32
  Speaker 14: for the mellow air its pungency outpours, and the glory
• 1:15:37
  Speaker 14: of the year is out adores. There's a great grey
• 1:15:42
  Speaker 14: sea beyond us calling far. There's a blue tide curling
• 1:15:47
  Speaker 14: o'er the harbour bar. Oh, the breeze that smites us
• 1:15:52
  Speaker 14: softly on the lips whistles gaily in the sails of
• 1:15:56
  Speaker 14: outbound ships. Let us send our thoughts with them to
• 1:16:01
  Speaker 14: fabled shores, for the pilgrim mood is on us out
• 1:16:05
  Speaker 14: of doors. Lo, the world's rejoicing in each spirit thrills.
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  Speaker 14: Strength and gladness are to us upon the hills. We
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  Speaker 14: are one with crimson bough and ancient sea, holding all
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  Speaker 14: the joy of autumn hours in fee. Hope within us,
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  Speaker 14: like a questing bird, Upsores, and there's room for song,
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  Speaker 14: And laughter outadoors. In the Days of the Golden Rod
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  Speaker 14: across the meadow in brooding shadow i walk to drink
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  Speaker 14: of the autumn's wine the charm of story the artist's
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  Speaker 14: glory to-day on these silvering hills is mine on height
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  Speaker 14: in hollow where'er i follow by mellow hillside and searing
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  Speaker 14: sod its plumes uplifting in light winds drifting i see
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  Speaker 14: the glimmer of golden rod In this latest comer, the
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  Speaker 14: vanished summer has left its sunshine the world to cheer,
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  Speaker 14: and bids us remember in late September what beauty mates
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  Speaker 14: with the passing year. The days that are fleetest are
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  Speaker 14: still the sweetest, and life is near to the heart
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  Speaker 14: of God, and the peace of heaven to earth is
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  Speaker 14: given in this wonderful time. Of the golden rod. Section
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  Speaker 14: 46 of The Watchman and Other Poems by L. M.
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  Speaker 14: Montgomery Read for LibriVox.org by Bruce Kachuk A Winter Day 1.
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  Speaker 14: The air is silent, save where stirs A bugling breeze
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  Speaker 14: among the firs. The virgin world in white array waits
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  Speaker 14: for the bridegroom kiss of day all heaven blooms rarely
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  Speaker 14: in the east where skies are silvery and fleeced and
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  Speaker 14: o'er the orient hills made glad the morning comes in
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  Speaker 14: wonder clad oh tis a time most fit to see
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  Speaker 14: how beautiful the dawn can be two WIDE SPARKLING FIELDS
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  Speaker 14: SNOW VESTURED LIE BENEATH A BLUE UNSHADOWED SKY A GLISTENING
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  Speaker 14: SPLENDOR CROWNS THE WOODS AND BOSKY WHISTLING SOLITUDES IN HEMLOCK
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  Speaker 14: GLEN AND READY MERE THE TANG OF FROST IS SHARP
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  Speaker 14: AND CLEAR Life hath a jollity and zest, a poignancy
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  Speaker 14: made manifest. Laughter and courage have their way at noontide
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  Speaker 14: of a winter's day. 3. Faint music rings in wald
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  Speaker 14: and dell, the tinkling of a distant bell, where homestead
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  Speaker 14: lights with friendly glow glimmer across the drifted snow. beyond
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  Speaker 14: a valley, dim and far, lit by an occidental star.
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  Speaker 14: Tall pines, the marge of day, beset, like many a
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  Speaker 14: slender minaret, whence priest-like winds, on crystal air, summon the
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  Speaker 14: reverent world to prayer. Section 47 of The Watchman and
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  Speaker 14: Other Poems by L. M. Montgomery Read for LibriVox.org by
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  Speaker 14: Bruce Kachuk. Twilight From veils of dawn hath day pursued
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  Speaker 14: the night, Who mocking fled, swift-sandaled, to the west, Nor
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  Speaker 14: ever lingered in her wayward flight, With dusk-eyed glance to
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  Speaker 14: recompense his quest. But over crocus hills and meadows grey
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  Speaker 14: Sped fleetly on her way, now when the day, shorn
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  Speaker 14: of his failing strength, hath fallen spent before the sunset bars,
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  Speaker 14: the fair, wild night, with pity touched at length, crowned
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  Speaker 14: with her chaplet of out-blossoming stars, creeps back repentantly upon
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  Speaker 14: her way to kiss the dying day. Section 48 The
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  Speaker 14: Call of the Winds Oh, come out with the wind
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  Speaker 14: of spring, And step it blithely in woodlands waking. Friend
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  Speaker 14: am I of each growing thing, From the grey sod
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  Speaker 14: into sunshine breaking. Mine is the magic of twilight's dim,
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  Speaker 14: Of violet's blue on the still pool's rim. Mine is
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  Speaker 14: the breath of the blossom's young, Sweetest of fragrances storied
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  Speaker 14: or sung. Come, ye earth-children, weary and worn, I will
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  Speaker 14: lead you over the hills of morn. Oh, come out
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  Speaker 14: with the summer wind, and loiter in meadows of ripening
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  Speaker 14: clover where the purple noons are long and kind and
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  Speaker 14: the great white clouds drift fleecily over mine is a
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  Speaker 14: mortal minstrelsy the fellowship of the rose and bee beguiling
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  Speaker 14: laughter of willowed rills the rejoicing of pines on inland
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  Speaker 14: hills Come, ye earth children, by dale and stream, I
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  Speaker 14: will lead you into the ways of dream. Oh, when
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  Speaker 14: the wind of autumn rings, through jubilant mornings, crisp and golden,
• 1:22:44
  Speaker 14: come where the yellow woodland flings its hoarded wealth over byways, olden,
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  Speaker 14: mine are the grasses, frosted and sear. that lisp and
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  Speaker 14: rustle around the mere mine are the flying racks that
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  Speaker 14: dim the lingering sunset's reddening rim earth children come in
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  Speaker 14: the waning year i will harp you to laughter and
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  Speaker 14: buoyant cheer oh when the wind of winter blows over
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  Speaker 14: the uplands and moonlit spaces, come ye out to the
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  Speaker 14: waste of snows, to the glimmering fields and the silent places.
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  Speaker 14: I whistle gaily on starry nights through the arch of
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  Speaker 14: the elfin northern lights, but in long white valleys I
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  Speaker 14: pause to hark where the ring of the home lights
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  Speaker 14: gems the dark. Come, ye earth children, whose hearts are sad,
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  Speaker 14: I will make you valiant, and strong, and glad. A
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  Speaker 14: WINTER DAWN above the marge of night a star still
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  Speaker 14: shines and on the frosty hills the sombre pines harbour
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  Speaker 14: an eerie wind that crooneth low over the glimmering wastes
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  Speaker 14: of virgin snow Through the pale arch of Orient, the
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  Speaker 14: morn comes in a milk-white splendor, newly born. A sword
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  Speaker 14: of crimson cuts in twain the grey banners of shadow hosts,
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  Speaker 14: and lo, the day! THE FOREST PATH Oh, the charm
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  Speaker 14: of idle dreaming, Where the dappled shadows dance, All the
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  Speaker 14: leafy aisles are teeming With the lure of old romance.
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  Speaker 14: Down into the forest dipping, Deep and deeper as we go,
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  Speaker 14: One might fancy dryads slipping Where the white-stemmed birches grow.
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  Speaker 14: lurking gnome and freakish fairy in the fern may peep
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  Speaker 14: and hide sure their whispers low and airy ring us
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  Speaker 14: in on every side saw you where the pines are
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  Speaker 14: rocking nymph's white shoulder as she ran lo that music
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  Speaker 14: faint and mocking is it not a pipe of pan
• 1:25:52
  Speaker 14: Hear you that elusive laughter of the hidden waterfall. Nay,
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  Speaker 14: a satyr speeding after ivy-crowned Bacchanal. Far and farther as
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  Speaker 14: we wander, sweeter shall our roaming be. Come, for dim
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  Speaker 14: and winsome yonder lies the path to Arcadie. Section 51
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  Speaker 14: of The Watchman and Other Poems by l m montgomery
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  Speaker 14: at nightfall the dark is coming o'er the world my
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  Speaker 14: playmate and the fields where poplars stand are very still
• 1:26:39
  Speaker 14: all our groves of green delight have been invaded there
• 1:26:43
  Speaker 14: are voices quite unknown up on the hill The wind
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  Speaker 14: has grown too weary for a comrade. It is keening
• 1:26:51
  Speaker 14: in the rushes, spent and low. Let us join our
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  Speaker 14: hands and hasten very softly to the little, olden, friendly
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  Speaker 14: path we know. The stars are laughing at us. Oh,
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  Speaker 14: my playmate, very, very far away in lonely skies. The
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  Speaker 14: trees that were our friends are strangers to us, and
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  Speaker 14: the fern is full of whispers and of sighs. The
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  Speaker 14: sounds we hear are not what we may share in.
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  Speaker 14: We may not linger where the white moths roam. We
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  Speaker 14: must hasten yet more swiftly, little playmate, to the house
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  Speaker 14: among the pines that is our home. the dark is
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  Speaker 14: creeping closer yet my playmate and the woods seem crowding
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  Speaker 14: nearer as we go oh how very very bold have
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  Speaker 14: grown the shadows they may touch us as they flutter
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  Speaker 14: to and fro The silence is too dreadful for our laughter.
• 1:27:58
  Speaker 14: The night is very full of strange alarms. But it
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  Speaker 14: cannot hurt us now, O little playmate. One more step,
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  Speaker 14: and we are safe in mother's arms. Section 52 of
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  Speaker 14: The Watchman and Other Poems by L. M. Montgomery Read
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  Speaker 14: for LibriVox.org by Bruce Kachuk the truce a night. Lo,
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  Speaker 14: it is dark, save for the crystal spark of a
• 1:28:32
  Speaker 14: virgin star, or the purpling lee, or the fine, keen,
• 1:28:37
  Speaker 14: silvery grace of a young moon. that has hung o'er
• 1:28:41
  Speaker 14: the priest-like firs by the sea. Lo, it is still,
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  Speaker 14: save for the wind of the hill, and the luring,
• 1:28:52
  Speaker 14: primeval sounds that fill the moist and scented air. Tis
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  Speaker 14: the truce.
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  Speaker 2: O' night!
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  Speaker 14: Away with unrest and care now we may forget love's
• 1:29:06
  Speaker 14: fever and hate's fret forget tomorrow and yesterday and the
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  Speaker 14: hopes we buried in musky gloom will come out of
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  Speaker 14: their tomb warm and poignant and gay we may wander
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  Speaker 14: wide with only a wish for a guide by heath
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  Speaker 14: and pool where the little folk bide we may share
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  Speaker 14: in fairy mirth and partake once more in the happy
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  Speaker 14: thoughts of earth lo we may rest here on her
• 1:29:41
  Speaker 14: cradling breast in the wonderful time of the truce a
• 1:29:46
  Speaker 14: night and sweet things that happened long ago softly, and slow,
• 1:29:53
  Speaker 14: will creep back to us in delight, and our dreams
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  Speaker 14: may be compact of young melody, just such as under
• 1:30:02
  Speaker 14: the Eden tree, mid the seraphim's lullabies, eves might have
• 1:30:08
  Speaker 14: been e'er banished from paradise.
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  Speaker 15: Section 53 of The Watchman and other poems by L. M. Montgomery,
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  Speaker 15: read for LibriVox.org by Leonard Wilson of Springfield, Ohio. To
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  Speaker 15: My Enemy Let those who will of friendship sing, and
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  Speaker 15: to its guerdon grateful be, but I a lyric garland
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  Speaker 15: bring to crown thee, O mine enemy. Thanks, endless thanks
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  Speaker 15: to thee I owe, for that my lifelong journey through
• 1:30:51
  Speaker 15: thine honest hate has done for me what love perchance
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  Speaker 15: had failed to do. I had not scaled such weary heights,
• 1:31:01
  Speaker 15: but that I held thy scorn in fear, and never
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  Speaker 15: keenest lure might match the subtle goading of thy sneer.
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  Speaker 15: Thine anger struck from me a fire that purged all
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  Speaker 15: dull content away. Our mortal strife to me has been
• 1:31:20
  Speaker 15: unflagging spur from day to day. And thus, while all
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  Speaker 15: the world may laud the gifts of love and loyalty,
• 1:31:29
  Speaker 15: I lay my mead of gratitude before.
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  Speaker 16: Thy feet, mine enemy.
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  Speaker 2: As the heart hopes.
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  Speaker 15: It is a year, dear one, since you afar went
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  Speaker 15: out beyond my yearning mortal sight. A wondrous year! Perchance
• 1:32:17
  Speaker 15: in many a star you have sojourned, or basked within
• 1:32:21
  Speaker 15: the light of mightier suns. It may be you have
• 1:32:25
  Speaker 15: trod the glittering pathways of the Pleiades, and through the
• 1:32:29
  Speaker 15: milky ways white mysteries have walked at will, fireshod. You
• 1:32:36
  Speaker 15: may have gazed in the immortal eyes of prophets and
• 1:32:41
  Speaker 15: of martyrs, talked with seers, learned in all the lore
• 1:32:45
  Speaker 15: of paradise the infinite wisdom of eternal years. To you
• 1:32:52
  Speaker 15: the sons of morning may have sung the impassioned strophes
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  Speaker 15: of their matin hymn. For you the choirs of the seraphim,
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  Speaker 15: their harpings wild outflung. but still I think at eve
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  Speaker 15: you come to me for old delightsome speech of eye
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  Speaker 15: and lip, deeming our mutual converse thus to be fairer
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  Speaker 15: than archangelic comradeship. Dearer our close communings fondly given, Than
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  Speaker 15: all the rainbow dreams a spirit knows, Sweeter my gathered
• 1:33:33
  Speaker 15: violets Than the rose upon the hills of heaven. Can
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  Speaker 15: any exquisite unearthly morn, Silverly breaking or a starry plain,
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  Speaker 15: Give to your soul the poignant pleasure born Of virgin
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  Speaker 15: moon and sunset's lustrous stain When we together watch them all? Oh,
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  Speaker 15: apart a hundred universes you may roam, but still I know,
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  Speaker 15: I know, your only home is here within my heart.
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  Speaker 15: Section 55 Of The Watchmen and Other Poems by L. M.
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  Speaker 1: Montgomery.
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  Speaker 15: Read for LibriVox.org by Leonard Wilson of Springfield, Ohio.
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  Speaker 2: Two Loves.
• 1:34:41
  Speaker 15: One said, Lo, I would walk hand-clasped with thee, Adown
• 1:34:45
  Speaker 15: the ways of joy, And sunlit slopes of earthly song,
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  Speaker 15: In happiest vagrancy, To pluck the blossom of a thousand hopes.
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  Speaker 15: Let us together drain the wide world's cup with gladness
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  Speaker 15: brimmed up. And one said, I would pray to go
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  Speaker 15: with thee when sorrow claims thee. I would fence thy
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  Speaker 15: heart with mine against all anguish. I would be the
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  Speaker 15: comforter and healer of thy smart. And I would count
• 1:35:20
  Speaker 15: it all the wide world's gain to spare or share.
• 1:35:26
  Speaker 15: thy pain. Section 56 of The Watchman and other poems
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  Speaker 15: by L. M. Montgomery Read for LibriVox.org by Leonard Wilson
• 1:35:40
  Speaker 15: of Springfield, Ohio The Christmas Night Wrapped was the world
• 1:35:47
  Speaker 15: in slumber deep By seaward valley and cedarn steep, And
• 1:35:52
  Speaker 15: bright and blessed were the dreams of its sleep. All
• 1:35:57
  Speaker 15: the hours of that wonderful night-tide through, the stars out-blossomed
• 1:36:03
  Speaker 15: in fields of blue, a heavenly chaplet to Diadem, the
• 1:36:08
  Speaker 15: king in the manger of Bethlehem. Out on the hills
• 1:36:13
  Speaker 15: the shepherds lay, wakeful, that never a lamb might stray.
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  Speaker 15: Humble and clean of heart were they. Thus it was
• 1:36:23
  Speaker 15: given them to hear marvelous harpings, strange and clear. Thus
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  Speaker 15: it was given them to see the heralds of the nativity.
• 1:36:34
  Speaker 15: In the dim-lit stable the mother mild looked with holy
• 1:36:39
  Speaker 15: eyes on her child, cradled him close to her heart,
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  Speaker 15: and smiled. Kingly purple nor crown had he, never a
• 1:36:49
  Speaker 15: trapping of royalty. but Mary saw that the baby's head,
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  Speaker 15: with a slender nimbus, was garlanded. Speechless her joy as
• 1:37:00
  Speaker 15: she watched him there, forgetful of pain and grief and care,
• 1:37:06
  Speaker 15: and every thought in her soul was a prayer. While
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  Speaker 15: under the dome of the desert sky the kings of
• 1:37:14
  Speaker 15: the east from afar drew nigh, and the great white
• 1:37:18
  Speaker 15: star that was guide to them kept ward o'er the
• 1:37:23
  Speaker 15: manger of Bethlehem. Section 57 of The Watchmen and Other
• 1:37:32
  Speaker 15: Poems by L. M. Montgomery Read for LibriVox.org by Leonard
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  Speaker 15: Wilson of Springfield, Ohio In an Old Farmhouse Outside the
• 1:37:47
  Speaker 15: afterlight's lucent rose is smiting the hills and brimming the valleys,
• 1:37:53
  Speaker 15: and shadows are stealing across the snows from the mystic
• 1:37:57
  Speaker 15: gloom of the pineland alleys. Glamour of mingled night and
• 1:38:02
  Speaker 15: day over the wide white world has sway, and through
• 1:38:07
  Speaker 15: their prisoning azure bars gaze the calm cold eyes of
• 1:38:12
  Speaker 15: the early stars. but here in this long low-raftered room
• 1:38:18
  Speaker 15: where the blood-red light is crouching and leaping the fire
• 1:38:23
  Speaker 15: that colours the heart of the gloom the lost sunshine
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  Speaker 15: of old summers is keeping the wealth of forests that
• 1:38:32
  Speaker 15: held in fee many a season's rare alchemy and the
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  Speaker 15: glow and gladness without a name that dwells in the
• 1:38:40
  Speaker 15: deeps of unstinted flame Gather we now round the opulent
• 1:38:47
  Speaker 15: blaze With the face that loves and the heart that rejoices.
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  Speaker 15: Dream we once more of the old-time days, Listen once
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  Speaker 15: more to the old-time voices. From the clutch of the
• 1:39:01
  Speaker 15: cities and paths of the sea We have come again
• 1:39:05
  Speaker 15: to our own roof-tree, And forgetting the loves of the
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  Speaker 15: stranger lands We yearn for the clasp. of our kindred's
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  Speaker 15: hands there are tales to tell there are tears to
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  Speaker 15: shed there are children's flower faces and women's sweet laughter
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  Speaker 15: there's a chair left vacant for one who is dead
• 1:39:30
  Speaker 15: where the firelight crimsons the ancient rafter What wreck we
• 1:39:36
  Speaker 15: of the world that waits with care and clamor beyond
• 1:39:39
  Speaker 15: our gates, we with our own in this witching light,
• 1:39:44
  Speaker 15: who keep our tryst with the past to-night? Ho, how
• 1:39:49
  Speaker 15: the elf-flames laugh in glee! Closer yet let us draw together,
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  Speaker 15: holding our revel of memory in the guiling twilight of
• 1:40:00
  Speaker 15: winter weather. Out on the waste the wind is chill,
• 1:40:05
  Speaker 15: and the moon swings low o'er the western hill. But
• 1:40:10
  Speaker 15: old hates die, and old loves burn higher, with the
• 1:40:15
  Speaker 15: wane and flash of the farmhouse fire. section fifty eight
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  Speaker 15: of the watchman and other poems by l m montgomery
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  Speaker 15: a request when i am dead i would that she
• 1:40:53
  Speaker 15: make my bed on that low-lying windy waste by the
• 1:40:57
  Speaker 15: sea where the silvery grasses rustle and lisp There where
• 1:41:04
  Speaker 15: the crisp foam-flakes shall fly over me, And murmurs creep
• 1:41:09
  Speaker 15: from the ancient heart of the deep, Lulling me ever,
• 1:41:14
  Speaker 15: I shall most sweetly sleep, While the eerie sea-folk croon
• 1:41:20
  Speaker 15: on the long dim shore.
• 1:41:23
  Speaker 16: By the light of a waning moon. I shall not
• 1:41:29
  Speaker 16: hear clamour.
• 1:41:30
  Speaker 15: Of young life anear, voices of gladness to stir in unrest.
• 1:41:37
  Speaker 15: Only the wandering mists of the sea shall companion me.
• 1:41:43
  Speaker 15: Only the wind in its quest shall come where I lie,
• 1:41:48
  Speaker 15: or the rain from the brooding sky with furtive footsteps
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  Speaker 15: shall pass me by. And never a dream of the
• 1:41:58
  Speaker 15: earth shall break on my slumber, with lure of an
• 1:42:04
  Speaker 15: outlived birth. Memory Pictures 1 A wide spring meadow in
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  Speaker 15: a rosy dawn, bedropped with virgin buds, an orient sky
• 1:42:32
  Speaker 15: fleeced with a dappled cloud but half withdrawn. A mad
• 1:42:37
  Speaker 15: wind blowing by o'er slopes of rippling grass and glens apart.
• 1:42:43
  Speaker 15: A brackened path to a wild woodland place, a limpid
• 1:42:48
  Speaker 15: pool with a fair laughing face mirrored within its heart.
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  Speaker 15: Two an ancient garden brimmed with summer sun upon a
• 1:42:59
  Speaker 15: still and slumberous afternoon, old walks and pleasances with shadows
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  Speaker 15: spun where honeyed odors swoon, a velvet turf with blossoms garlanded,
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  Speaker 15: a hedge of merry lilies white and tall, and shining
• 1:43:18
  Speaker 15: out against the lichened wall a stately golden head. 3
• 1:43:26
  Speaker 15: an autumn hilltop in the sunset hue, pine boughs uptossed
• 1:43:32
  Speaker 15: against the crystal west, and girdled with the twilight dim
• 1:43:36
  Speaker 15: and blue, a valley peace-possessed, a high-sprung heaven stained with
• 1:43:43
  Speaker 15: colors rare, a sheen of moonrise on the sea afar,
• 1:43:48
  Speaker 15: and bright and soft as any glimmering star, eyes holy
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  Speaker 15: as a prayer. End of section 59. This recording is
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  Speaker 15: in the public domain. Section 60 of The Watchmen and
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  Speaker 15: Other Poems by L. M. Montgomery Read for LibriVox.org by
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  Speaker 15: Leonard Wilson of Springfield, Ohio Down Home Down home tonight
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  Speaker 15: the moonshine falls across a hill with daisies pied. The
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  Speaker 15: pear tree by the garden gate beckons with white arms
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  Speaker 15: like a bride. A savor as of trampled fern along
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  Speaker 15: the whispering meadow stirs, and beacon of immortal love, a
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  Speaker 15: light is shining through the firs. To my old gable
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  Speaker 15: window creeps the night wind with a sigh and song,
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  Speaker 15: and weaving ancient sorceries, thereto the gleeful moonbeams throng. Beside
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  Speaker 15: the open kitchen door, my mother stands all lovingly, and
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  Speaker 15: o'er the pathways of the dark she sends a yearning
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  Speaker 15: thought to me, yet seeks and finds my answering heart
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  Speaker 15: which shall no more be peace-possessed until I reach her
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  Speaker 15: empty arms and lay my head upon her breast.
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  Speaker 17: Life, come to me in no pale guise and ashen.
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  Speaker 17: I care not for thee in such placid fashion. I
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  Speaker 17: would share widely life, and all thy joy and strife,
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  Speaker 17: would sound thy deeps and reach thy highest passion with
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  Speaker 17: thy delight and with thy suffering rife. Whether I abide
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  Speaker 17: with thee in cot or palace, I would drink deeply
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  Speaker 17: life of thy great chalice. Even to its bitter leaves, yea,
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  Speaker 17: shrinking not from these, since out of bitterness comes strength
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  Speaker 17: and solace, and wisdom is not one in slumberous ease.
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  Speaker 17: When peace on colored days were a poor favor, to
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  Speaker 17: lack great pain and love were to lack savor, life,
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  Speaker 17: take the heart of me and fill it brimmingly, no
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  Speaker 17: matter with what poignant brew or flavor, so that it
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  Speaker 17: may not shrunk and empty be. Yeah, life, Thus would
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  Speaker 17: I live, nor play at living, The best of me
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  Speaker 17: for thy best gladly giving, With an unfaltering cheer, greeting
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  Speaker 17: thee year by year, Even in thy dourest mood some
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  Speaker 17: good achieving, Until I read thy deep hidden meaning clear.
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  Speaker 17: Section 62 of The Watchman and Other Poems by L.M.
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  Speaker 17: Montgomery Read for LibriVox.org by Lena Marie The scent of
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  Speaker 17: the earth is moist and good in the dewy shade
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  Speaker 17: of the tall, dark populars whose slender tops against the
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  Speaker 17: sunset bloom are laid, and a robin is whistling in
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  Speaker 17: the copse by the dim spruce wood. The west wind
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  Speaker 17: blowing our branch and flower out of the wold steals
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  Speaker 17: through the honeysuckle bower and bears away on its airy
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  Speaker 17: wings odors that breath afflicts. Dim are the poppy's splendid dyes,
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  Speaker 17: but many a pallid primrose swings its lamp of gold.
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  Speaker 17: A white moth flits from tree to tree like a
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  Speaker 17: wandering soul. Deep in the lily a muffled boom tells
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  Speaker 17: of a honey-drunken bee wildered with sweets in that ivory bowl.
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  Speaker 17: Many a subtle melody many a rare sound all unknown
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  Speaker 17: To the lusty daylight's fuller tone Threats with its magic
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  Speaker 17: this hush and gloom Many a dear thought deep in
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  Speaker 17: the heart Many a memory dulcet and fine, wakes as
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  Speaker 17: we walk in the garden tonight, in the soft kissing
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  Speaker 17: of dark and light, when the world has drawn itself
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  Speaker 17: apart from our spirit shrine. Section 63 of The Watchmen
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  Speaker 17: and Other Poems by L.M. Montgomery Read for LibriVox.org by
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  Speaker 17: Lina Marie my legacy. My friend has gone away from me,
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  Speaker 17: from shadow into perfect light, but leaving a sweet legacy.
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  Speaker 17: My heart shall hold it along in fee, a grand
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  Speaker 17: ideal calm and bright, a song of hope in ministry,
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  Speaker 17: a faith of unstained purity, a thought of beauty for delight,
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  Speaker 17: These did my friend bequeath to me, and, more than
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  Speaker 17: even these can be, the worthy pattern of a white,
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  Speaker 17: unmarred life lived most graciously. Dear comrade, loyal thanks to thee,
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  Speaker 17: who now hath farred beyond my sight, my friend has
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  Speaker 17: gone away from me, but leaving a sweet legacy. Section
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  Speaker 17: 64 of The Watchman and Other Poems by L.M. Montgomery
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  Speaker 17: Read for LibriVox.org by Lina Marie Gratitude I thank thee, friend,
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  Speaker 17: for the beautiful thought That in words well chosen thou
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  Speaker 17: gavest to me Deep in the life of my soul
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  Speaker 17: it has wrought With its own rare essence to ever
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  Speaker 17: imbue me The gleam like a star over devious ways
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  Speaker 17: to bloom like a flower on the dearest days. Better
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  Speaker 17: such gift from thee to me than gold of hills
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  Speaker 17: or pearls of the sea. For the luster of jewels
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  Speaker 17: and gold may depart, and they have in them no
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  Speaker 17: life of the giver. But this gracious gift from thy
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  Speaker 17: heart to my heart shall witness to me of thy
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  Speaker 17: love forever. Yeah, it shall always abide with me. as
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  Speaker 17: a part of my immortality. For a beautiful thought is
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  Speaker 17: a thing divine.
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  Speaker 9: FANCYS FANCYS Surely the flowers of a hundred springs are
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  Speaker 9: simply the souls of beautiful things. The poppies aflame with
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  Speaker 9: gold and red were the kisses of lovers in days
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  Speaker 9: that are fled. The purple pansies with dewdrops pearled were
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  Speaker 9: the rainbow dreams of a youngling world. The lily, white
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  Speaker 9: as a star apart, was the first pure prayer of
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  Speaker 9: a virgin heart. The daisies that dance and twinkle so
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  Speaker 9: were the laughter of children in long ago. THE SWEETNESS
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  Speaker 9: OF ALL TRUE FRIENDSHIP YET LIVES IN THE BREATH OF
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  Speaker 9: THE MINIONETTE. TO THE WHITE NARCISSUS THERE MUST BELONG THE
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  Speaker 9: VERY DELIGHT OF A MAIDEN'S SONG, AND THE ROSE, ALL
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  Speaker 9: FLOWERS OF THE EARTH ABOVE, WAS A PERFECT RAPTUROUS THOUGHT
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  Speaker 9: OF LOVE. OH, SURELY THE BLOSSOMS OF ALL THE SPRINGS
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  Speaker 9: MUST BE THE SOULS OF BEAUTIFUL THINGS.
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  Speaker 3: Section 66 of The Watchman and Other Poems by L. M.
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  Speaker 3: Montgomery Read for LibriVox.org by Rachel One of the Shepherds
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  Speaker 3: We were out on the hills that night to watch
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  Speaker 3: our sheep. Drowsily by the fire we lay, where the
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  Speaker 3: waning flame did flicker and leap, and some were weary
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  Speaker 3: and half asleep, and some talked low of their flocks
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  Speaker 3: in the fright of a lion that day. But I
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  Speaker 3: had drawn from the others apart, I was only a lad,
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  Speaker 3: and the night's great silence so filled my heart that
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  Speaker 3: I dared not talk and I dared not jest. The
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  Speaker 3: moon had gone down behind the hill, and even the
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  Speaker 3: wind of the desert was still. As the touch of death,
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  Speaker 3: the air was cold, and the world seemed all outworn
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  Speaker 3: and old. Yet a poignant delight in my soul was guessed,
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  Speaker 3: and I could not be sad. Still were my thoughts
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  Speaker 3: the thoughts of youth under the skies. I dreamed of
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  Speaker 3: the holy and tender truth that shone for me in
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  Speaker 3: my mother's eyes, of my little sister's innocent grace and
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  Speaker 3: the mirthful lure in the olive face, of a maid
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  Speaker 3: I had seen at the well that day, singing low
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  Speaker 3: as I passed that way, and so sweet and wild
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  Speaker 3: were the notes of her song that I listened long.
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  Speaker 3: Was it the dawn that silvered and broke over the hill?
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  Speaker 3: Each at the other looked in amaze, and never a
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  Speaker 3: breathless word we spoke. fastened to rose and daffodil, deepened
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  Speaker 3: that splendor athwart its blaze, that pierced like a sword
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  Speaker 3: the gulf of night. We saw a form that was
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  Speaker 3: shaped of the light, and we veiled our faces in
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  Speaker 3: awe and dread to hearken the tidings the bright one told. Oh,
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  Speaker 3: wonderful were the words he said of a child in
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  Speaker 3: Bethlehem's manger old. The stars were drowned in that orient glow,
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  Speaker 3: the sky was a bloom like a meadow in spring.
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  Speaker 3: But each blossom there was a radiant face, and each
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  Speaker 3: flash of glory a shining wing. They harped of peace
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  Speaker 3: and great goodwill, and such was their music that well
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  Speaker 3: I know, there can never again in my soul be
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  Speaker 3: space for a sound of ill. The light died out
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  Speaker 3: as the sunset dies in the western skies. Swift went
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  Speaker 3: we to the Bethlehem con, many our questions laughed to scorn.
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  Speaker 3: but one a grey and wrinkled man, with strange deep
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  Speaker 3: eyes that searched the heart, led us down to the
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  Speaker 3: child newborn in a dim-lighted cave apart. There on the
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  Speaker 3: straw the mother lay, wan and white, but her look
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  Speaker 3: was so holy and rapt and mild that it seemed
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  Speaker 3: to shed a marvellous light, faint as the first rare
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  Speaker 3: gleam of day around the child. It was as other
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  Speaker 3: children are, saving for something in the eyes, star-like and
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  Speaker 3: clear and strangely wise. Then came a sudden thought to me,
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  Speaker 3: of a lamb I had found on the ways to far,
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  Speaker 3: lost and sick with hunger and cold. I had brought
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  Speaker 3: it back in my arms to the fold for tender ministry.
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  Speaker 3: Dawn had flooded the east as a wave when we
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  Speaker 3: left the cave. All the world suddenly seemed to be
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  Speaker 3: young and pure and joyous again. The others lingered to
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  Speaker 3: talk with the men. full of wonder and rapture still,
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  Speaker 3: but I hastened back to the fold on the hill
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  Speaker 3: to tend the lamb that had need of me. Section
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  Speaker 3: 67 of The Watchman and Other Poems by L. M.
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  Speaker 3: Montgomery Read for LibriVox.org by Rachel If Mary Had Known
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  Speaker 3: If Mary had known When she held her babe's hands
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  Speaker 3: in her own Little hands that were tender and white
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  Speaker 3: as a rose all dented with dimples from finger to wrist,
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  Speaker 3: such as mothers have kissed, that one day they must
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  Speaker 3: feel the fierce blows of a hatred insane, must redden
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  Speaker 3: with holiest stain, and grasp as they're geared in the
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  Speaker 3: boon of the bitterest pain, oh, I think that her
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  Speaker 3: sweet brooding face must have blatched with its anguish of
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  Speaker 3: knowledge above her embrace. But if Mary had known, as
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  Speaker 3: she held her babe's hands in her own, what a
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  Speaker 3: treasure of gifts to the world they would bring, what
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  Speaker 3: healing and hope to the hearts that must ache and
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  Speaker 3: without him must break. Had she known they would pluck
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  Speaker 3: forth death's thing and set open the door of the
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  Speaker 3: close jealous grave evermore, making free who were captives in
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  Speaker 3: sorrow and darkness before, oh, I think that a gracious
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  Speaker 3: sunrise of rapture had broken across the despair of her eyes.
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  Speaker 3: If Mary had known, as she sat with her baby alone,
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  Speaker 3: and guided so gently his bare little feet to take
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  Speaker 3: their first steps from the throne of her knee, how
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  Speaker 3: weary must be the path that for them should be neat,
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  Speaker 3: and how it must lead to the cross of humanity's need,
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  Speaker 3: giving hissing and shame, giving blame and reproach for its need. Oh,
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  Speaker 3: I think that her tears would have dewed those dear
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  Speaker 3: feet that must walk such a hard, starless way.
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  Speaker 13: To the rood.
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  Speaker 3: But if Mary had known, as she sat with her
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  Speaker 3: baby alone, on what errands of mercy and peace they
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  Speaker 3: would go, how those footsteps would ring through the years
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  Speaker 3: of all time, with an echo sublime, making holy the
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  Speaker 3: land of their woe, that the pathway they trod would
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  Speaker 3: guide the world back to its God, and lead ever
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  Speaker 3: upward away from the grasp of the clod, she had
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  Speaker 3: surely forgot to be sad, and only remembered to be
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  Speaker 3: most immortally glad. If Mary had known, as she held
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  Speaker 3: him so closely her own, cradling his shining fair head
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  Speaker 3: on her breast, sunned over with ringlets as bright as
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  Speaker 3: the morn, that a garland of thorn, on that tender
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  Speaker 3: brow would be pressed till the red drops would fall,
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  Speaker 3: into eyes that looked out upon all, a brim with
• 1:58:34
  Speaker 3: a petty divine over clamour and brawl. Oh, I think
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  Speaker 3: that her lullaby song would have died on her lips
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  Speaker 3: into wailing impassioned and long. But if Mary had known,
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  Speaker 3: as she held him so closely her own, that over
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  Speaker 3: the darkness and pain he would be the conqueror hailed
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  Speaker 3: in all oncoming days, the world's hope and praise, and
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  Speaker 3: the garland of thorn, the symbol of mocking and scorn,
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  Speaker 3: would be a victorious diadem royally worn. Oh, I think
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  Speaker 3: that ineffable joy must have flooded her soul as she
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  Speaker 3: bent o'er her wonderful boy.
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  Speaker 15: At the long sioux searching the pile of corpses the
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  Speaker 15: victors found four frenchmen still breathing three had scarcely a
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  Speaker 15: spark of life the fourth seemed likely to survive and
• 1:59:43
  Speaker 15: they reserved him for future torments parkman's history a prisoner
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  Speaker 15: under the stars i lie with no friend near to-morrow
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  Speaker 15: they lead me forth to die the stake is ready
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  Speaker 15: the torments set they will pay in full their deadly
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  Speaker 15: debt but I fear them not. Oh, none could fear
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  Speaker 15: of those who stood by Dolak's side while he prayed
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  Speaker 15: and laughed and sang and fought in the very rake
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  Speaker 15: of death and caught the martyr passion that flamed from
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  Speaker 15: his face.
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  Speaker 9: As he died.
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  Speaker 15: Where he led us we followed glad, for we loved
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  Speaker 15: him well. Some there were that held him mad, but
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  Speaker 15: we knew that a heavenly rage had place in that
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  Speaker 15: dauntless soul the good god spake to us through him
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  Speaker 15: we had naught to do save only obey and when
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  Speaker 15: his eyes flashed and kindled like storm-swept skies, and his
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  Speaker 15: voice like a trumpet thrilled us through, we would have
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  Speaker 15: marched with delight for his sake to the jaws of hell.
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  Speaker 15: The mists hung blue and steely on the stream at
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  Speaker 15: the marge of dawn. The rapids laughed till we saw
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  Speaker 15: their teeth, like a snarling wolf's fangs glisten and gleam
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  Speaker 15: sweetly the pine trees underneath the shadows slept in the
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  Speaker 15: moonlight wan sweetly beneath the steps of the spring the
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  Speaker 15: great grim forest was blossoming and we fought that springs
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  Speaker 15: for other men might blossom again Faint, thirst-maddened, we prayed
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  Speaker 15: and fought by night and by day. Eyes glared at
• 2:01:55
  Speaker 15: us with serpent hate. Yet sometimes a hush fell, and
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  Speaker 15: then we heard naught save the wind's shrill harping far away,
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  Speaker 15: the piping of birds, and the softened calls of the
• 2:02:12
  Speaker 15: merry distant waterfalls. Then of other scenes we thought, of
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  Speaker 15: valleys beloved in sunny France, purple vineyards of song and dance,
• 2:02:27
  Speaker 15: hopes and visions rose yet, of many a holy festal morn,
• 2:02:33
  Speaker 15: and many a dream at Vesper Bell. But anon the
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  Speaker 15: shuddering air was torn by noises such as the fiends
• 2:02:41
  Speaker 15: of hell might make in holding high holiday. Once, so
• 2:02:48
  Speaker 15: bitter the death-storm hailed, we shrank and quailed. Dolak sprang
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  Speaker 15: out before us then, shamed in our fears. Glorious was
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  Speaker 15: his face to see, the face of one who listens
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  Speaker 15: and hears voices unearthly, summonings high, rang his tone like
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  Speaker 15: a clarion. men see yonder star in the golden sky
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  Speaker 15: such a man's duty is to him a beacon that
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  Speaker 15: will not flicker nor dim shining through darkness and despair
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  Speaker 15: almost the martyr's crown is yours thinking the price too
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  Speaker 15: high to be paid will you leave the sacrifice half
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  Speaker 15: made tell you god will answer the prayer of the
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  Speaker 15: soul that endures comrades far in the future i see
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  Speaker 15: a mighty land throned among the nations of earth noble
• 2:03:54
  Speaker 15: and happy calm and free As the veil were lifted
• 2:04:00
  Speaker 15: I see her stand, and out of that future a
• 2:04:03
  Speaker 15: voice to me promises that our name shall shine on
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  Speaker 15: the page of her story with luster divine, impelling to
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  Speaker 15: visions and deeds of worth. Ever thus since the world
• 2:04:19
  Speaker 15: was begun, when a man had given up his life,
• 2:04:23
  Speaker 15: safety and freedom have been won by the holy power
• 2:04:28
  Speaker 15: of self-sacrifice for the memory of your mother's kiss valiantly
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  Speaker 15: stand to the breach again comrades blench not now from
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  Speaker 15: the strife quit you like men oh we rushed to
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  Speaker 15: meet at our captain's side death as a bride all
• 2:04:52
  Speaker 15: our brave striplings bravely fell i less fortunate slowly came
• 2:05:00
  Speaker 15: back from that den of shot and yell slowly and
• 2:05:05
  Speaker 15: gaspingly to know a harder fate reserved for me than
• 2:05:12
  Speaker 15: that brief splendid agony Through many a bitter pang and throw,
• 2:05:18
  Speaker 15: my spirit must to-morrow go to seek my comrades. But
• 2:05:23
  Speaker 15: I bear the tidings that our desperate stand by the
• 2:05:27
  Speaker 15: long Sioux has saved our land, and God has answered
• 2:05:34
  Speaker 15: Dolak's prayer. Section 69 of The Watchman and Other Poems
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  Speaker 15: by L. M. Montgomery. Read for LibriVox.org by Leonard Wilson
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  Speaker 15: of Springfield, Ohio. The Exile We told her that her
• 2:06:07
  Speaker 15: far-off shore was bleak and dour to view, and that
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  Speaker 15: her sky was dull and murk, while ours was smiling blue.
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  Speaker 15: She only sighed in answer, It is even as she say,
• 2:06:22
  Speaker 15: but oh, the ragged splendor when the sun bursts through
• 2:06:27
  Speaker 15: the gray. We brought her dew-wet roses from our fairest
• 2:06:32
  Speaker 15: summer bowers. We bade her drink their fragrance. We heaped
• 2:06:37
  Speaker 15: her lap with flowers. She only said with eyes that yearned, Oh,
• 2:06:43
  Speaker 15: if thee might have brought the pale unscented blossoms of
• 2:06:48
  Speaker 15: by my father's lowly cot.
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  Speaker 14: We bade her.
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  Speaker 15: Listen to the birds that sang so madly sweet, the
• 2:06:56
  Speaker 15: lyric of the laughing stream that dimpled at our feet.
• 2:07:00
  Speaker 15: But oh, she cried, I weary for the music wild
• 2:07:04
  Speaker 15: that stirs when keens the mournful western wind among my
• 2:07:10
  Speaker 15: native furs. We told her she had faithful friends and
• 2:07:16
  Speaker 15: loyal hearts anear, We prayed her take the fresher loves.
• 2:07:21
  Speaker 15: We prayed her be of cheer. Oh, ye are kind
• 2:07:25
  Speaker 15: and true, she wept, but woes me for the grace
• 2:07:29
  Speaker 15: of tenderness that shines upon my mother's wrinkled face.
• 2:07:36
  Speaker 2: Section 70 of The Watchman and Other Poems by L. M.
• 2:07:41
  Speaker 2: Montgomery Read for laborworks.org by Joe Blue The Three Songs
• 2:07:47
  Speaker 2: The poet sang of a battlefield where doughty deeds were done,
• 2:07:51
  Speaker 2: where stout blows rang on helm and shield and a
• 2:07:54
  Speaker 2: kingdom's fate was spun. With a scarlet thread of victory
• 2:07:58
  Speaker 2: and honor from death's grim revelry like a flame-red flower
• 2:08:02
  Speaker 2: was won so bravely he sang that to all he
• 2:08:05
  Speaker 2: heard with a sting of the fight and the triumph
• 2:08:08
  Speaker 2: restored and they cried let us blazon his name on
• 2:08:12
  Speaker 2: high he has sung a song that will never die Again, full-throated,
• 2:08:17
  Speaker 2: he sang of fame and ambition's honeyed lure, of the
• 2:08:21
  Speaker 2: chaplet that garlands a mighty name till his listeners fired
• 2:08:24
  Speaker 2: with a godlike flame to do, to dare, to endure.
• 2:08:29
  Speaker 2: The thirsty lips of the world were fain, the cup
• 2:08:33
  Speaker 2: of glamour he wanted to drain, and the people murmured
• 2:08:36
  Speaker 2: as he went by, He has sung a song that
• 2:08:39
  Speaker 2: will never die. And once more he sang, all low
• 2:08:43
  Speaker 2: and apart, A song of love that was born in
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  Speaker 2: his heart, Thinking to voice in unfettered strain Its sweet
• 2:08:51
  Speaker 2: delight and its sweeter pain. Nothing he cared what the
• 2:08:55
  Speaker 2: throngs might say, Who passed him unheeding from day to day,
• 2:09:00
  Speaker 2: For he only longed with his melodies The soul of
• 2:09:04
  Speaker 2: the one he beloved to please. The song of war
• 2:09:07
  Speaker 2: that he sang is as naught, For the field and
• 2:09:10
  Speaker 2: its heroes are long forgot. And the song he sang
• 2:09:14
  Speaker 2: of fame and power Was never remembered beyond its hour.
• 2:09:17
  Speaker 2: Only today his name is known By the song he
• 2:09:20
  Speaker 2: sang apart and alone. And the great world pauses with
• 2:09:25
  Speaker 2: joy to hear The notes that were strung for a
• 2:09:28
  Speaker 2: lover's ear.
• 2:09:42
  Speaker 3: SHUT FROM THE CLAMOR OF THE STREET BY AN OLD
• 2:09:45
  Speaker 3: WALL WITH LICON GROWN. IT HOLDS APART FROM JAR AND
• 2:09:49
  Speaker 3: FRET A PEACE AND BEAUTY ALL ITS OWN. THE FRESHNESS
• 2:09:54
  Speaker 3: OF THE SPRINGTIME RAINS AND DEWS OF MORNING LINGER HERE.
• 2:09:59
  Speaker 3: IT HOLDS THE GLOW OF SUMMER NOONS AND RIPEST TWILIGHTS
• 2:10:03
  Speaker 3: OF THE YEAR. ABOVE ITS BLOOM THE EVENING STARS LOOK
• 2:10:08
  Speaker 3: DOWN AT CLOSING OF THE DAY. and in its sweet
• 2:10:12
  Speaker 3: and shady walks, winds spent with roaming love to stray,
• 2:10:18
  Speaker 3: up-gathering to themselves the breath of wide-blown roses white and red,
• 2:10:24
  Speaker 3: the spice of musk and lavender along its winding alleys shed.
• 2:10:31
  Speaker 3: Outside are shadeless, troubled streets, and souls that quest for
• 2:10:38
  Speaker 3: gold and gain, lips that have long forgot to smile,
• 2:10:42
  Speaker 3: and hearts that burn and ache with pain. But here
• 2:10:46
  Speaker 3: is all the sweet of dreams, the grace of prayer,
• 2:10:49
  Speaker 3: the boon of rest, the spirit of old songs and
• 2:10:53
  Speaker 3: loves dwells in this garden, blossom-blessed. Here would I linger
• 2:10:59
  Speaker 3: for a space, and walk herein with memory. The world
• 2:11:03
  Speaker 3: will pass me as it may, and hope will minister
• 2:11:07
  Speaker 3: to me.
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  Speaker 13: I sought it in beautiful cities of men on shores
• 2:11:12
  Speaker 13: that were sunny and blue. and laughter and lyric and
• 2:11:36
  Speaker 13: pleasure were mine in palaces wondrous to view o the
• 2:11:40
  Speaker 13: world gave me much to my plea and my prayer
• 2:11:42
  Speaker 13: but never i found aught of happiness there then i
• 2:11:45
  Speaker 13: took my way back to a valley of old and
• 2:11:48
  Speaker 13: a little brown house by a rill where the winds
• 2:11:50
  Speaker 13: piped all day in the sentinel furs that guarded the
• 2:11:53
  Speaker 13: crest of the hill. I went by the path that
• 2:11:55
  Speaker 13: my childhood had known, through the bracken and up by
• 2:11:58
  Speaker 13: the glen, and I paused at the gate of the
• 2:12:00
  Speaker 13: garden to drink the scent of sweet briar again. The
• 2:12:03
  Speaker 13: home light shone out through the dusk as of yore,
• 2:12:06
  Speaker 13: and happiness waited for me.
• 2:12:07
  Speaker 18: At the door.
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  Speaker 3: It came to him in rainbow dreams, Blent with the
• 2:12:24
  Speaker 3: wisdom of the sages, Of spirit and of passion born,
• 2:12:29
  Speaker 3: In words as lucent as the morn. He prisoned it,
• 2:12:33
  Speaker 3: and now it gleams, A jewel shining through the ages.
• 2:12:49
  Speaker 15: Section 74 of The Watchmen and Other Poems by L. M.
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  Speaker 15: Montgomery Read for LibriVox.org by Leonard Wilson of Springfield, Ohio
• 2:13:03
  Speaker 15: The Call Mother of her who is close to my heart,
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  Speaker 15: cease to chide. for no small thing must i wander
• 2:13:15
  Speaker 15: afar from the tender arms and lips of my bride
• 2:13:20
  Speaker 15: my love with eyes like the glowing star in the
• 2:13:24
  Speaker 15: twilight sky apart couldst thou have seen him standing there
• 2:13:31
  Speaker 15: ere the day was born with the mild high look
• 2:13:35
  Speaker 15: that was like a prayer Thou wouldst not marvel that
• 2:13:39
  Speaker 15: I must leave all I hold most dear to answer
• 2:13:44
  Speaker 15: the call of that wonderful morn. We were casting our
• 2:13:50
  Speaker 15: nets in the sea, Andrew and I. Over the mountains
• 2:13:55
  Speaker 15: a young wind came to kiss the waters of Galilee,
• 2:14:00
  Speaker 15: and in the calm blue northern sky the gleaming crest
• 2:14:05
  Speaker 15: of old Hermann rose, girt with its diadem of snows
• 2:14:11
  Speaker 15: and the east was smit with flame all our thoughts
• 2:14:16
  Speaker 15: were simple and glad as toilers should be andrew that
• 2:14:22
  Speaker 15: careless dark-eyed lad sang a song right merrily joyous of
• 2:14:28
  Speaker 15: melody and wood as he worked with oar and net
• 2:14:33
  Speaker 15: and sail but I dreamed of the face that would
• 2:14:37
  Speaker 15: blush and pale when my steps should be heard.
• 2:14:43
  Speaker 2: Then, as we.
• 2:14:45
  Speaker 15: Lifted heedless eyes, we saw him there, where the silver
• 2:14:49
  Speaker 15: waters curled on the shore. Behind him the radiance of
• 2:14:53
  Speaker 15: the skies, shining over his long fair hair, wreathed it
• 2:14:58
  Speaker 15: as with a crown of light. and oh, the grandeur
• 2:15:03
  Speaker 15: and the grace of that pale and kingly face! We
• 2:15:08
  Speaker 15: were weary and hungered with toil of the night, but
• 2:15:12
  Speaker 15: we thought not of it more. He looked upon us
• 2:15:18
  Speaker 15: with eyes that must see far in our hearts past
• 2:15:22
  Speaker 15: mortal kin. All the delights of the world grew dim.
• 2:15:27
  Speaker 15: sweeter it seemed to suffer pain and wander outcast of
• 2:15:32
  Speaker 15: men with him than share in another's joy and gain
• 2:15:39
  Speaker 15: spake he thus royally come with me i will make
• 2:15:44
  Speaker 15: you fishers.
• 2:15:46
  Speaker 16: Of men.
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  Speaker 15: Mother of her who weeps at my side cease to
• 2:15:54
  Speaker 15: chide Thou knowest not how that one word rings ever
• 2:15:59
  Speaker 15: by day and by night in my ear. I cannot
• 2:16:03
  Speaker 15: hearken to olden things, I cannot listen to hope or fear.
• 2:16:09
  Speaker 15: Mother of her who is dearest of all, I must
• 2:16:15
  Speaker 15: follow the Nazarene's call.
• 2:16:21
  Speaker 2: Section 75 of The Watchman and other poems by L. M. Montgomery.
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  Speaker 2: Read for laborbox.org by Joe Blue. The Old Home Calls
• 2:16:36
  Speaker 2: Come back to me, little dancing feet that roam the
• 2:16:39
  Speaker 2: white world o'er. I long for the lilt of your
• 2:16:43
  Speaker 2: flying steps in my silent rooms once more. Come back
• 2:16:48
  Speaker 2: to me, little voices gay with laughter and with song.
• 2:16:52
  Speaker 2: Come back, little hearts beating high with hopes. I have
• 2:16:56
  Speaker 2: missed and mourned you long. My roses bloom in my
• 2:17:00
  Speaker 2: garden walks, all sweet and wet with dew. My lights
• 2:17:04
  Speaker 2: shine down on the long hill road the waning twilight's through.
• 2:17:09
  Speaker 2: The swallows flutter about my aves as in the years
• 2:17:12
  Speaker 2: of old. and close about me are their steadfast arms,
• 2:17:17
  Speaker 2: the lisping pine trees full. But I weary for you
• 2:17:22
  Speaker 2: at morn and eve, O children of my love. Come
• 2:17:26
  Speaker 2: back to me from your pilgrim ways, from the seas
• 2:17:31
  Speaker 2: and plains you rode. Come over the meadows and up
• 2:17:34
  Speaker 2: the lane to my door set open wide, and sit
• 2:17:38
  Speaker 2: ye down where the red light shines from my welcoming fireside.
• 2:17:43
  Speaker 2: I keep for you all your childhood dreams, your gladness
• 2:17:47
  Speaker 2: and delights, the joy of day in the sun and rain,
• 2:17:52
  Speaker 2: the sleep of carefree nights. All the sweet fates you
• 2:17:56
  Speaker 2: have lost and sought again shall be your own. Darlings,
• 2:18:02
  Speaker 2: come to my empty heart. I am old and still
• 2:18:08
  Speaker 2: and alone. Section 76 of The Watchman and other poems
• 2:18:15
  Speaker 2: by L. M. Montgomery. Read for laborbox.org by Joe Blue. Genius,
• 2:18:23
  Speaker 2: a hundred generations have gone into its making, with all
• 2:18:27
  Speaker 2: their love and tenderness, with all their dreams and tears,
• 2:18:32
  Speaker 2: their vanished joy and pleasure, their pain and their heart breaking.
• 2:18:37
  Speaker 2: have colored this rare blossom of the long and fruitful years.
• 2:18:42
  Speaker 2: Their victory and their laughter, for this have strong men given,
• 2:18:47
  Speaker 2: for this have sweet dead women paid in patience, which survives.
• 2:18:54
  Speaker 2: That a great soul might bring the world as from
• 2:18:57
  Speaker 2: the gate of heaven, all that was rich and beautiful
• 2:19:03
  Speaker 2: in those forgotten lives. Section 77 of The Watchman and
• 2:19:09
  Speaker 2: Other Poems by L. M. Montgomery. Read for laborbox.org by
• 2:19:15
  Speaker 2: Joe Blue. Love's Prayer. Beloved, this the heart I offer
• 2:19:20
  Speaker 2: thee is purified from old idolatry, from outborn hopes, and
• 2:19:25
  Speaker 2: from the lingering stains. of passion's dregs by penitential pain.
• 2:19:31
  Speaker 2: Take thou it, then, and fill it up for me
• 2:19:34
  Speaker 2: with thine unstained love, and it shall be an earthly
• 2:19:38
  Speaker 2: chalice that is made divine by its red drought of
• 2:19:43
  Speaker 2: sacramental wine.
• 2:19:59
  Speaker 15: The prisoner. I lash and writhe against my prison bars
• 2:20:06
  Speaker 15: and watch with sullen eyes the gaping crowd. Give me
• 2:20:12
  Speaker 15: my freedom and the burning stars, the hollow sky and
• 2:20:17
  Speaker 15: crags of moonlit cloud. Once I might range across the
• 2:20:24
  Speaker 15: trackless plain and roar with joy until the desert air
• 2:20:30
  Speaker 15: and wide horizons echoed it amain. I feared no.
• 2:20:35
  Speaker 16: Foe, for I was monarch there.
• 2:20:41
  Speaker 15: I saw my shadow on the parching sand when the
• 2:20:44
  Speaker 15: hot sun had kissed the mountain's rim, and when the
• 2:20:48
  Speaker 15: moon rose o'er long wastes of land, I sought my
• 2:20:54
  Speaker 15: prey by some still river's brim. And with me, my
• 2:21:01
  Speaker 15: fierce love, my tawny mate, meet mother of strong cubs,
• 2:21:08
  Speaker 15: meet lion's bride. We made our lair in regions desolate,
• 2:21:15
  Speaker 15: the solitude of wildernesses wide. They slew her, and I
• 2:21:23
  Speaker 15: watched the lifeblood flow from her torn flank and her
• 2:21:28
  Speaker 15: proud eyes grow dim. I howled her dirge above her
• 2:21:33
  Speaker 15: while the low red moon clomb up the black horizon's rim. Me,
• 2:21:43
  Speaker 15: they entrapped. Cowards, they did not dare to fight as
• 2:21:49
  Speaker 15: brave men do without disguise and face my unleashed rage.
• 2:21:56
  Speaker 15: The hidden snare was their device to win an untamed prize.
• 2:22:05
  Speaker 15: I am a captive. Not for me the vast white
• 2:22:10
  Speaker 15: dome of sky above the blinding sand, the sweeping rapture
• 2:22:17
  Speaker 15: of the desert blast across long ranges of untrodden land. Yet, still,
• 2:22:27
  Speaker 15: they fetter not my thought. In dreams I, desert-born, tread
• 2:22:34
  Speaker 15: the hot wastes once more, quench my deep thirst in cool,
• 2:22:39
  Speaker 15: untainted streams, and shake the darkness with my kingly roar.
• 2:22:45
  Speaker 15: Section 79.
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  Speaker 19: Of The Watchman and Other Poems by L.M. Montgomery read
• 2:23:05
  Speaker 19: for LibriVox.org by Ian King Companioned I walked today but
• 2:23:12
  Speaker 19: not alone down a windy sea-girt lee for memory spendthrift
• 2:23:18
  Speaker 19: of her charm peopled the silent lands for me the
• 2:23:23
  Speaker 19: faces of old comradeship in golden youth were round my
• 2:23:27
  Speaker 19: way and in the keening wind I heard the songs
• 2:23:31
  Speaker 19: of many an Orient day. And to me called, from
• 2:23:35
  Speaker 19: out the pines and woven grasses, voices dear, as if
• 2:23:41
  Speaker 19: from elfin lips should fall the mimicked tones of yesteryear.
• 2:23:47
  Speaker 19: Old laughter echoed o'er the lees, and love-lipped dreams the
• 2:23:51
  Speaker 19: past had kept. From wayside blooms, like honeyed bees, to
• 2:23:57
  Speaker 19: company my wanderings crept. And so I walked, but not alone,
• 2:24:03
  Speaker 19: right glad companionship had I, on that grey meadow waste between,
• 2:24:10
  Speaker 19: dim-litten sea and winnowed sky.
• 2:24:28
  Speaker 2: Only a long, low-lying lane that follows to the misty sea,
• 2:24:32
  Speaker 2: across a bare and russet plain where wild winds whistle vagrantly.
• 2:24:38
  Speaker 2: I know that many a fairer path but lower of
• 2:24:41
  Speaker 2: song and blue may woo. But oh, I love this
• 2:24:45
  Speaker 2: lonely strath, because it is so full of you. Here
• 2:24:50
  Speaker 2: we have walked in elder years, and here your truest
• 2:24:53
  Speaker 2: memories wait. This spot is sacred to your tears, that
• 2:24:57
  Speaker 2: your laughter dedicate. Here, by this turn you gave to me,
• 2:25:02
  Speaker 2: a gem of thought that glitters yet. This tawny slope
• 2:25:05
  Speaker 2: is graciously, by remembered smile, beset. Here, once you lingered
• 2:25:11
  Speaker 2: on an hour. when stars were shining in the west,
• 2:25:15
  Speaker 2: to gather one pale-scented flower and place it smiling on
• 2:25:19
  Speaker 2: your breast. And since that eve its fragrance blows for
• 2:25:24
  Speaker 2: me across the grassy sear, far sweeter than the latest
• 2:25:28
  Speaker 2: rose that faded bloom of yesteryear. For me the sky,
• 2:25:34
  Speaker 2: the sea, the wold have beckoning visions wild and fair,
• 2:25:39
  Speaker 2: the mystery of a tale untold, the grace of an
• 2:25:43
  Speaker 2: unuttered prayer. Let others choose the fairer path that winds
• 2:25:48
  Speaker 2: the dimpling valley through. I gladly seek this lonely strath,
• 2:25:53
  Speaker 2: accompanied by my dreams of you. Unrecorded.
• 2:26:10
  Speaker 18: I like to think of the many words the master
• 2:26:12
  Speaker 18: in his early days must have spoken to them of Nazareth,
• 2:26:16
  Speaker 18: where is not freighted with life and death, piercing through
• 2:26:19
  Speaker 18: soul and heart like words, but gracious greeting and grateful phrase,
• 2:26:23
  Speaker 18: the simple speech that plain folk utter each to each.
• 2:26:26
  Speaker 18: Ere over him too darkly lay the prophet's shadow of Calvary,
• 2:26:30
  Speaker 18: I think he talked in very truth with the innocent
• 2:26:32
  Speaker 18: gaiety of youth, laughing upon some festal day, gently with
• 2:26:36
  Speaker 18: sinless boyhood's glee. I think if he had ever said,
• 2:26:39
  Speaker 18: to a mother apart, Cradling her baby's shining head, Thy
• 2:26:43
  Speaker 18: man-child is strong of limb and heart, She must have been,
• 2:26:46
  Speaker 18: from that gladsome day, Thrilled with enduring pride alway, Fearless
• 2:26:49
  Speaker 18: of any future dread, Knowing the sun upon her knee,
• 2:26:52
  Speaker 18: Worthy her pain and love would be. Or if by
• 2:26:55
  Speaker 18: the dusty wayside well, From the glare and heat, Of
• 2:26:58
  Speaker 18: the burning noon, a wherefarer sought, A moment's rest where
• 2:27:01
  Speaker 18: the palm-shade fell, And he said to him, the day
• 2:27:03
  Speaker 18: is hot, And your road is rough for wandering feet,
• 2:27:07
  Speaker 18: THEN I THINK ON HIS WAY THE PILGRIM WENT, AS
• 2:27:09
  Speaker 18: ONE WHO HAS SHARED IN HIS SACRAMENT, FEELING NO LONGER
• 2:27:12
  Speaker 18: ON HIM PRESS THE BURDEN OF HIS WEARINESS. IF HE
• 2:27:15
  Speaker 18: SAID TO A MAID THE SUNSET LIES REDLY ON NAZARETH
• 2:27:18
  Speaker 18: HILLS TONIGHT, EACH SUNSET OF HER LIFE WOULD BRING A
• 2:27:22
  Speaker 18: BENEDICTIVE MEMORY OF HIS HAUNTING FACE AND HOLY EYES, OR
• 2:27:25
  Speaker 18: IF TO A BIRDGROOM THUS IN SPRING THE WIFE OF
• 2:27:28
  Speaker 18: THY USE IS FAIR AND WISE, SO WOULD SHE EVER
• 2:27:30
  Speaker 18: HAVE SEEMED TO BE IN HER HUSBAND'S SIGHT. If he
• 2:27:34
  Speaker 18: but bade a passing guest his meal to share, Would
• 2:27:36
  Speaker 18: not the one so honored deem Himself of all most
• 2:27:39
  Speaker 18: highly blessed? the food he ate heaven's manna rare or
• 2:27:42
  Speaker 18: when he to a friend addressed a word of thanks
• 2:27:45
  Speaker 18: for service done or homely familiar favor none of richer
• 2:27:49
  Speaker 18: common sense could dream no evangelist's golden pen wrote them
• 2:27:54
  Speaker 18: for us the words of the master to those he
• 2:27:56
  Speaker 18: might meet by the carpenter's bench, or in Nazareth Street,
• 2:27:59
  Speaker 18: but in them I think there well might be, it
• 2:28:02
  Speaker 18: is truly sweet to fancy thus, all of a benediction
• 2:28:05
  Speaker 18: for men, all of the tender humanity, that leavens the
• 2:28:08
  Speaker 18: word of his later age, on the holy page.
• 2:28:12
  Speaker 2: Section 82 of The Watchman and Other Poems by L. M. Montgomery.
• 2:28:18
  Speaker 2: Read for laborbox.org by Joe Blue. With tears they buried
• 2:28:23
  Speaker 2: you today. With tears they buried you today. But while
• 2:28:27
  Speaker 2: I knew no turf could hold your gladness long beneath
• 2:28:30
  Speaker 2: the mold, or cramp your laughter in the clay, I
• 2:28:34
  Speaker 2: smiled while others wept for you. because I knew. And
• 2:28:38
  Speaker 2: now you sit with me tonight, here in our old,
• 2:28:41
  Speaker 2: accustomed place. Tender and mirthful is your face, your eyes
• 2:28:46
  Speaker 2: with starry joy are bright. Oh, you are merry as
• 2:28:50
  Speaker 2: a song, for love is strong. They think of you
• 2:28:54
  Speaker 2: as lying there, down in the churchyard, grim and old.
• 2:28:58
  Speaker 2: They think of you as mute and cold, a van-white
• 2:29:02
  Speaker 2: thing that once was fair. with dim-sealed eyes that never
• 2:29:07
  Speaker 2: may look on the day but love cannot be confined
• 2:29:11
  Speaker 2: so in cloud and darkness it must rise and seek
• 2:29:14
  Speaker 2: its own radiant guise with immortality a glow making of
• 2:29:19
  Speaker 2: death's triumphant sting a little thing ay we shall laugh
• 2:29:24
  Speaker 2: at those who deem our hearts are surrendered Listen, sweet,
• 2:29:29
  Speaker 2: the tripping of the wind's swift feet along the byways
• 2:29:32
  Speaker 2: of our dream, and hark the whisper of the rose, wilding,
• 2:29:37
  Speaker 2: that blows. Oh, still you love those simple things, and
• 2:29:41
  Speaker 2: still you love them more with me. The grave has
• 2:29:44
  Speaker 2: won no victory. It could not clasp your shining wings.
• 2:29:48
  Speaker 2: It could not keep you from my side, dear, and
• 2:29:51
  Speaker 2: my bride.
• 2:29:53
  Speaker 20: Section 83 of The Watchman and other poems by L. M. Montgomery.
• 2:29:59
  Speaker 20: Read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers. In Memory of Maggie
• 2:30:04
  Speaker 20: A pussycat who was the household pet for seventeen years.
• 2:30:10
  Speaker 20: Not but a little cat, you say, yet we remember her.
• 2:30:14
  Speaker 20: A creature loving, loyal, kind, with merry, mellow purr, the
• 2:30:20
  Speaker 20: faithful friend of many years. Shall we not give her
• 2:30:24
  Speaker 20: meat of tears? Sleek-suited in her velvet coat, white-breasted and bright-eyed,
• 2:30:31
  Speaker 20: feeling when she was praised and stroked a very human pride,
• 2:30:36
  Speaker 20: a quiet nook was sure to please where she might
• 2:30:39
  Speaker 20: take her cushioned ease. Little gray friend, we shall not
• 2:30:44
  Speaker 20: feel ashamed to grieve for you. Many we know of
• 2:30:48
  Speaker 20: humankind are not so fond and true. Dear Puss, in
• 2:30:53
  Speaker 20: all the years to be, we'll keep your memory loyally.
• 2:30:57
  Speaker 9: I smiled with skeptic mocking where they told me you
• 2:31:01
  Speaker 9: were dead. You of the airy laughter and lightly twinkling feet.
• 2:31:18
  Speaker 9: They tell a dream that haunted a chill grey dawn,
• 2:31:21
  Speaker 9: I said. Death could not touch her claim of things
• 2:31:24
  Speaker 9: so vivid and so sweet. I looked upon you coffined
• 2:31:30
  Speaker 9: amid your virgin flowers, but even that white silence could
• 2:31:34
  Speaker 9: bring me no belief. She lies in maiden sleep, I said,
• 2:31:39
  Speaker 9: and in the youngling hours her sealed dark eyes will
• 2:31:43
  Speaker 9: open to scorn our foolish grief. But when I went
• 2:31:48
  Speaker 9: at moonrise to our ancient trysting place, and, oh, the
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  Speaker 9: wind was keening in the fir boughs overhead, and you
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  Speaker 9: came never to me with your little gypsy face, your
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  Speaker 9: lips and hands of welcome, I knew that you were dead.
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  Speaker 9: End of section 84. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 9: The Garden in Winter Frosty white and cold it lies
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  Speaker 9: underneath the fretful skies. Snowflakes flutter where the red banners
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  Speaker 9: of the poppies spread, and the drifts are wide and
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  Speaker 9: deep where the lilies fell asleep. But the sunsets o'er
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  Speaker 9: it throw Flame-like splendor, loosened glow, And the moonshine makes
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  Speaker 9: it gleam Like a wonderland of dream, And the sharp
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  Speaker 9: winds all the day Pipe and whistle shrilly gay. Safe
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  Speaker 9: beneath the snowdrifts lie Rainbow buds of by-and-by In the
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  Speaker 9: long sweet days of spring Music of bluebells shall ring,
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  Speaker 9: And its faintly golden cup Many a primrose will hold up.
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  Speaker 9: Though the winds are keen and chill, Roses' hearts are
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  Speaker 9: beating still, And the garden tranquilly dreams Of happy hours
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  Speaker 9: to be In the summer days of blue, All its
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  Speaker 9: dreamings will come true. End of section eighty-five This recording
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  Speaker 9: is in the public domain. Section 86 of The Watchman
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  Speaker 9: and Other Poems by L. M. Montgomery Read for LibriVox.org
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  Speaker 9: by Geza Rozdina The Difference When we were together, heart
• 2:34:10
  Speaker 9: of my heart, on that unforgotten quest— with your tender
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  Speaker 9: arm about me thrown, and your head upon my breast,
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  Speaker 9: there came a grief that was bitter and deep, and
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  Speaker 9: straightly dwell with me, and I shunned it not, so
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  Speaker 9: sweet it was, to suffer and be with thee. And now,
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  Speaker 9: when no more against mine own is beating thine eager heart,
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  Speaker 9: when thine eyes are turned from the glance of mine,
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  Speaker 9: and our ways are far apart, A dear and long-sought
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  Speaker 9: joy has come my constant guest to be. And I
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  Speaker 9: love it not, so bitter it is, unfelt, unshared, by thee.
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  Speaker 9: There was strength in him, and the weak won freely
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  Speaker 9: from it. There was an infinite pity, and hard hearts
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  Speaker 9: grew soft thereby. There was truth so unshrinking and starry-shining,
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  Speaker 9: men read clear by its light, and learned to scorn
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  Speaker 9: a lie. His were songs so full of a wholesome laughter,
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  Speaker 9: those whose courage was ashen found it once more aflame.
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  Speaker 9: His was a childlike faith, and wandering feet were guided.
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  Speaker 9: His was a hope so joyous, despair was put to shame.
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  Speaker 9: His was the delicate insight, and his the poignant vision,
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  Speaker 9: whereby the world might learn what wine-lipped roses know. What
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  Speaker 9: a drift of rain might lisp on a grey sea dawning,
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  Speaker 9: or a pale spring of the woodland babble low. He
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  Speaker 9: builded a castle of dream and a palace of rainbow fancy.
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  Speaker 9: and the starved souls of his fellows lived in them
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  Speaker 9: and grew glad. And yet there were those who mocked
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  Speaker 9: the gifts of his generous giving, and some, but he
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  Speaker 9: smiled and forgave them, who deemed him wholly mad. Here
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  Speaker 9: I lean over you, small son, sleeping, warm in my arms.
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  Speaker 9: And I con to my heart all your dew-fresh charms,
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  Speaker 9: as you lie close, close in my hungry hold. Your
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  Speaker 9: hair like a miser's dream of gold, and the white
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  Speaker 9: rose of your face far fairer, finer, and rarer, than
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  Speaker 9: all the flowers in the young years keeping. Over lips half-parted,
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  Speaker 9: your low breath creeping. is sweeter than violets in April grasses.
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  Speaker 9: Though your eyes are fast shut, I can see their blue,
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  Speaker 9: splendid and soft as starshine in heaven, with all the
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  Speaker 9: joyance and wisdom given from the many souls who have
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  Speaker 9: staunchly striven through the dead years to be strong and true.
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  Speaker 9: Those fine little feet in my worn hands holden, where
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  Speaker 9: will they tread? Valleys of shadow, or heights dawn red?
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  Speaker 9: And those silken fingers, oh wee white sun, what valorous
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  Speaker 9: deeds shall by them be done in the future that
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  Speaker 9: yet so distant is seeming to my fond dreaming? What words,
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  Speaker 9: all so musical and golden, with starry truth and posy olden,
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  Speaker 9: shall those lips speak in the years oncoming. O child
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  Speaker 9: of mine with waxen brow, surely your words of that
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  Speaker 9: dim tomorrow, rapture and power and grace must borrow from
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  Speaker 9: the poignant love and holy sorrow of the heart that
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  Speaker 9: shrines and cradles you now. Some bitter day you will
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  Speaker 9: love another, to her will bear love gifts and woo her,
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  Speaker 9: then I must share you and your tenderness. Now you
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  Speaker 9: are mine, from your feet to your hair so golden
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  Speaker 9: and fine, and your crumpled fingertips, mine completely, wholly and sweetly,
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  Speaker 9: mine with kisses deep to smother, no one so near
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  Speaker 9: to you now as your mother. Others may hear your
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  Speaker 9: words of beauty, but your precious silence is mine alone. Here,
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  Speaker 9: in my arms, I have enrolled you. Away from the
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  Speaker 9: grasping world I fold you, flesh of my flesh and
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  Speaker 9: bone of my bone. Section 89 of The Watchman and
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  Speaker 9: Other Poems by L. M. Montgomery Read for LibriVox.org by
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  Speaker 9: Geza Razdina To One Hated Hate is only love that
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  Speaker 9: has missed its way. Had it been when I came
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  Speaker 9: to the valley where the paths parted asunder, chance had
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  Speaker 9: led my feet to the way of love, not hate.
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  Speaker 9: I might have cherished you well, have been to you
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  Speaker 9: fond and faithful. Great as my hatred is, so might
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  Speaker 9: my love have been great. Each cold word of mine
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  Speaker 9: might have been a kiss impassioned, warm with the throb
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  Speaker 9: of my heart, thrilled with my pulse's leap. And every
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  Speaker 9: glance of scorn, lashing, pursuing, and stinging, as a look
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  Speaker 9: of tenderness, would have been wondrous and deep. Bitter our
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  Speaker 9: hatred is, old and strong and unchanging, twined with the
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  Speaker 9: fibers of life, blent with body and soul. But as
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  Speaker 9: its bitterness, so might have been our love's sweetness. Had
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  Speaker 9: it not missed the way. Strange, missing, and sad. To
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  Speaker 9: its goal. Section 90 of The Watchman and Other Poems
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  Speaker 9: by L.M. Montgomery Read for LibriVox.org by Geza Razdina While
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  Speaker 9: the Fates Sleep Come, let us to the sunways of
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  Speaker 9: the West Hasten while crystal dews the rose-cups fill. Let
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  Speaker 9: us dream dreams again in our blithe quest. or a
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  Speaker 9: whispering wooled and hill. Castles of air yawn, wimpling valleys keep.
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  Speaker 9: Where milk-white mist steals from the purpling sea, they shall
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  Speaker 9: be ours in the moon's wizardry, while the fates, wearied, sleep.
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  Speaker 9: The viewless spirit of the wind will sing in the
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  Speaker 9: soft starshine by the reedy mirror. The elfin harps of
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  Speaker 9: hemlock boughs will ring, fitfully far and near. The fields
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  Speaker 9: will yield their trove of spice and musk, and balsam
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  Speaker 9: from the glens of pine will fall, till twilight weaves
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  Speaker 9: its tangled shadows all in one dim web of dusk.
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  Speaker 9: Let us put tears and memories away, while the fates'
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  Speaker 9: sleep-time stops for revelry. Let us look, speak, and kiss
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  Speaker 9: as if no day had. Has been, or yet will be.
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  Speaker 9: Let us make friends with laughter neath the moon, With
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  Speaker 9: music on the memorial shore. Yea, let us dance as
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  Speaker 9: lovers danced of yore. The fates will waken soon. The
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  Speaker 9: Farewell He rides away with sword and spur, Garbed in
• 2:42:12
  Speaker 9: his warlike blazonry, With gallant glance and smile for her
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  Speaker 9: Upon the dim-lit balcony. Her kiss upon his lips is warm,
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  Speaker 9: Upon his breast he wears her rose, From her fond
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  Speaker 9: arms to stress and storm Of many a bannered field
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  Speaker 9: he goes. He dreams of danger, glory, strife, His voice
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  Speaker 9: is blithe, his hand is strong. He rides, perchance, to
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  Speaker 9: death from life, and leaves his lady with a song.
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  Speaker 9: But her blue-brimmed eyes are dim, with her deep anguish
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  Speaker 9: standing there, sending across the world with him the dear
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  Speaker 9: white garden of her prayer. For her the lonely vigil waits,
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  Speaker 9: when ashen dawn lights come and go, Each bringing through
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  Speaker 9: the future's gates Its presages of fear and woe. For
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  Speaker 9: her the watch with soul and heart Grown sick with dread,
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  Speaker 9: as women may, Yet keeping still her pain apart From
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  Speaker 9: the wan duties of the day. Tis hers to walk
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  Speaker 9: when sunsets yield Their painted splendors to the skies, And
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  Speaker 9: dream on some far battlefield Perchance alone, unwatched, he dies.
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  Speaker 9: Tis hers to kneel in patient prayer When midnight stars
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  Speaker 9: keep sentinel, Lest the chill death-dews damp the hair Upon
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  Speaker 9: the brow she loves so well. So stands she, white
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  Speaker 9: and sad and sweet, Upon the latticed balcony, From golden
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  Speaker 9: hair to slender feet, No lady is so fair as she.
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  Speaker 9: He loves her true, he holds her dear, but he
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  Speaker 9: must ride on dangerous quest, with gallant glance and smile
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  Speaker 9: of cheer, and her red rose upon his breast.
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  Speaker 21: Section 92 of The Watchman and Other Poems by L. M.
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  Speaker 21: Montgomery Read for LibriVox.org by Jesse O'Brien The Old Man's
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  Speaker 21: Grave Make it where the winds may sweep through the
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  Speaker 21: pine boughs, soft and deep, and the murmur of the
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  Speaker 21: sea come across the orient lee, and the falling raindrops
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  Speaker 21: sing gently to his slumbering. Make it where the meadows
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  Speaker 21: wide greenly lie on every side, harvest fields he reaped
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  Speaker 21: and trod, westering slopes of clover sod, orchard lands where
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  Speaker 21: bloom and blow trees he planted long ago. Make it
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  Speaker 21: where the starshine dim may be always close to him,
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  Speaker 21: and the sunrise glory spread lavishly around his bed, and
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  Speaker 21: the dewy grasses creep tenderly above his sleep. Since these
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  Speaker 21: things to him were dear through full many a well-spent year,
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  Speaker 21: it is surely meet their grace should be on his resting-place,
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  Speaker 21: and the murmur of the sea be his dirge eternally.
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  Speaker 5: With you I shall ever be over land and sea.
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  Speaker 5: My thoughts will companion you. With yours shall my laughter
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  Speaker 5: chime evermore. and my step keep time in the dusk
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  Speaker 5: and dew, with yours in blithesome rhyme. In all of
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  Speaker 5: your joy shall I rejoice. On my lips your sorrow
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  Speaker 5: shall find a voice, and when your tears and bitterness fall,
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  Speaker 5: mine shall mingle with them all. With you in waking
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  Speaker 5: and dream I shall be, in the place of shadow
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  Speaker 5: and memory, under young springtime moons, and on harvest noons,
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  Speaker 5: and when the stars are withdrawn from the white pathway
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  Speaker 5: of the dawn. O my friend, nothing shall ever part
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  Speaker 5: my soul from yours, yours from my heart. I am
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  Speaker 5: yours and you mine, in silence and in speech. Death
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  Speaker 5: will only seal us each to each. Through the darkness
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  Speaker 5: we shall fare with fearless jest, Starward we shall go
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  Speaker 5: on a joyous new quest. There be many worlds, as
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  Speaker 5: we shall prove, many suns and systems, but only one love.
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  Speaker 3: Section 94 of The Watchman and Other Poems by Ella
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  Speaker 3: Montgomery Read for LibriVox.org by Rachel By an Autumn Fire
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  Speaker 3: Now at our casement the wind is shrilling poignant and
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  Speaker 3: keen and all the great boughs of the pines between
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  Speaker 3: it is harping alone and hungering strain to the eldritch
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  Speaker 3: weeping of the rain and then to the wild wet
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  Speaker 3: valley flying it is seeking sighing something lost in the
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  Speaker 3: summer olden, when night was silver and day was golden.
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  Speaker 3: But out on the shore the waves are moaning with
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  Speaker 3: ancient and never fulfilled desire, and the spirits of all
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  Speaker 3: the empty spaces, of all the dark and haunted places,
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  Speaker 3: with the rain and the wind on their death-white faces,
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  Speaker 3: come to the lure of our leaping fire. But we
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  Speaker 3: bar them out with this rose-red splendor from our blithe domain,
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  Speaker 3: and drown the whimper of wind and rain with undaunted
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  Speaker 3: laughter echoing long cheery old tale and gay old song
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  Speaker 3: ours is the joyance of ripe fruition attained ambition ours
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  Speaker 3: is the treasure of tested loving friendship that needs no
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  Speaker 3: further proving no more of spring-time hopes sweet and uncertain
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  Speaker 3: here we have largess of summer in fee pile high
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  Speaker 3: the logs till the flame be leaping at bay the
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  Speaker 3: chill of the autumn keeping while pilgrim-wise we may go
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  Speaker 3: a-reaping in the fairest meadow of memory.