A Summer Pilgrimage (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
To kneel before some saintly shrine,To breathe the health of airs divine,Or bathe where sacred rivers flow,The cowled and turbaned ...
To kneel before some saintly shrine,To breathe the health of airs divine,Or bathe where sacred rivers flow,The cowled and turbaned ...
Up from the meadows rich with corn, Clear in the cool September morn, The clustered spires of Frederick stand Green-walled ...
Come, for the dusk is our own; let us fare forth together, With a quiet delight in our hearts for ...
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