"You think me deaf and blind: you bring Flowers spring to blossom where she walks Your winning graces hither As free as if from cradle-time We two had played together. 320 The careful ways of duty; Our hard, stiff lines of life with her 'Our homes are cheerier for her sake, Unspoken homilies of peace Her daily life is preaching; The still refreshment of the dew Is her unconscious teaching. And never tenderer hand than hers Unknits the brow of ailing; Her garments to the sick man's ear Have music in their trailing. And when, in pleasant harvest moons, The youthful huskers gather, Or sleigh-drives on the mountain ways Defy the winter weather, In sugar-camps, when south and warm The winds of March are blowing, And sweetly from its thawing veins The maple's blood is flowing, In summer, where some lilied pond ་ 370 38. 390 'Her presence lends its warmth and health To all who come before it. If woman lost us Eden, such As she alone restore it. For larger life and wiser aims The farmer is her debtor; 'And higher, warmed with summer lights, He sees with eyes of manly trust All hearts to her inclining; Not less for him his household light That others share its shining.' 460 470 1 See the note on Longfellow's Evangeline,' p. 121. Whittier wrote to Mrs. Fields in November, 1870: You know that a thousand of the Acadians were distributed among the towns of Massachusetts, where they were mostly treated as paupers.' In the letter_ already quoted in the note on Evangeline, he says: The children were bound out to the families in the localities in which they resided; and I wrote a poem upon finding, in the records of Haverhill, the indenture that bound an Acadian girl as a servant in one of the families of that neighborhood. Gathering the story of her death, I wrote Marguerite," |