Poem by Isabella Valancy Crawford

Malcolm's Katie: A Love Story - Part 7

Again rang out the music of the axe,
And on the slope, as in his happy dreams,
The home of Max with wealth of drooping vines
On the rude walls; and in the trellis’d porch
Sat Katie, smiling o’er the rich, fresh fields;
And by her side sat Malcolm, hale and strong;
Upon his knee a little, smiling child,
Nam’d—Alfred, as the seal of pardon set
Upon the heart of one who sinn’d and woke
To sorrow for his sins—and whom they lov’d 
With gracious joyousness—nor kept the dusk
Of his past deeds between their hearts and his.
Malcolm had follow’d with his flocks and herds
When Max and Katie, hand in hand, went out
From his old home; and now, with slow, grave smile,
He said to Max, who twisted Katie’s hair
About his naked arm, bare from his toil:
“It minds me of old times, this house of yours;
“It stirs my heart to hearken to the axe,
“And hear the windy crash of falling trees; 
“Aye, these fresh forests make an old man young.”
“Oh, yes!” said Max, with laughter in his eyes;
“And I do truly think that Eden bloom’d
“Deep in the heart of tall, green maple groves,
“With sudden scents of pine from mountain sides, 
“And prairies with their breasts against the skies.
“And Eve was only little Katie’s height.”
“Hoot, lad! you speak as ev’ry Adam speaks
“About his bonnie Eve; but what says Kate?”
“O Adam had not Max’s soul,” she said; 
“And these wild woods and plains are fairer far
“Than Eden’s self. O bounteous mothers they!
“Beck’ning pale starvelings with their fresh, green hands,
“And with their ashes mellowing the earth,
“That she may yield her increase willingly. 
“I would not change these wild and rocking woods,
“Dotted by little homes of unbark’d trees,
“Where dwell the fleers from the waves of want,—
“For the smooth sward of selfish Eden bowers,
“Nor—Max for Adam, if I knew my mind!” 

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