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Updated: June 26, 2025
Such a ride it was! why, when we got up to Carlisle " But that story has been told before. I lie in my red canoe On the water still and deep, And o'er me darkens the blue, And beneath the billows sleep, Till, between the stars o'erhead And those in the lake's embrace, I seem to float like the dead In the noiselessness of space.
For, eager to benefit his fellow-men, he would have within the radius of his own estate a hundred cabins to call in play his invention or humanity; and with one's conscience at rest, he said, could there be a purer joy than to wander with her of one's choice under the ancestral elms of old England, with the September moon o'erhead?
"By sister Moon and stars my Lord is praised, Where clear and fair they in the heavens are raised. "By brother Wind, my Lord, thy praise is said, By air and clouds, and the blue sky o'erhead, By which thy creatures all are kept and fed. "By one most humble, useful, precious, chaste, By sister Water, O my Lord, thou art praised.
One by one the night-lamps in the heavens lose their sparkle and radiance, as the filament of the dawn shrouds and stifles them. Far down the valley tumbling outlines of ridge and height are carved out in sharper relief against the lightening sky. There is a stir in the leaves o'erhead and the soft rustle of the morning breeze.
"Down in the street he's wobbly in his tread, He tumbles into every cellar door; That's 'cause his home is in the clouds o'erhead, Where all the little birds about him soar. Up there he works away with peaceful mind: Ah, ah. Na, na! The scaffold swings in the boisterous wind! "What it is to be giddy no mason knows: Left to himself he'd build for ever, Stone upon stone, till in Heaven, I s'pose!
But when the peach tints vanished from the plain, Or struggled no longer the shad against the seine, Every reed in thy march into music stirred, And to gold it blossomed in a singing bird. Eden of water-fowl! clinging to thy dells Ages of mollusks have yielded their shells, While, like the exquisite spirits they shed, Ride the white swans in the surface o'erhead.
"By sister Moon and stars my Lord is praised, Where clear and fair they in the heavens are raised. "By brother Wind, my Lord, thy praise is said, By air and clouds, and the blue sky o'erhead, By which thy creatures all are kept and fed. "By one most humble, useful, precious, chaste, By sister Water, O my Lord, thou art praised.
Throw wide the gates For nought night waits; Though the chase is dead The moon's o'erhead And we need the clear Our spoil to share. Shake the lots in the helm then for brethren are we, And the goods of my missing are gainful to thee.
Wild is the day, and dim with rain, Our sheep are warded ill; The wood-wolves gather for the plain, Their ravening maws to fill. She singeth. Nay, what is this, and what have ye, A hunter's band, to bear The Banner of our Battle-glee The skulking wolves to scare? He singeth. O women, when we wend our ways To deal with death and dread, The Banner of our Fathers' Days Must flap the wind o'erhead.
It runs," said Miss Milliken, closing her eyes, "'Trust no future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead past bury its dead! Act, act, in the living present, Heart within and God o'erhead! Thank you so much. Good afternoon." Sam, reaching Bruton Street at a quarter past seven, was informed by the butler who admitted him that his father was dressing and would be down in a few minutes.
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