Poem by Frederick Goddard Tuckerman

Third Series. 4. Thin little leaves of wood fern, ribbed and toothed

Thin little leaves of wood fern, ribbed and toothed
Long curved sail needles of the green pitch pine,
With common sandgrass, skirt the horizon line,
And over these the incorruptible blue!
Here let me gently lie and softly view
All world asperities, lightly touched and smoothed
As by his gracious hand, the great Bestower.
What though the year be late? some colors run
Yet through the dry, some links of melody
Still let me be, by such, assuaged and soothed
And happier made, as when, our schoolday done,
We hunted on from flower to frosty flower,
Tattered and dim, the last red butterfly,
Or the old grasshopper molasses-mouthed.

1. First Series. 7. Dank fens of cedar, hemlock branches gray
2. First Series. 5. And so the day drops by, the horizon draws
3. Second Series. 7. His heart was in his garden; but his brain
4. Second Series. 1. That boy, the farmer said, with hazel wand
5. First Series. 8. As when down some broad river dropping, we

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