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    Undertones
    Undertones
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    Undertones

    By Madison Julius Cawein

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    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherArchive Classics
    Release dateAug 17, 2009
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      Undertones - Madison Julius Cawein

      The Project Gutenberg EBook of Undertones, by Madison J. Cawein

      This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with

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      with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.net

      Title: Undertones

      Author: Madison J. Cawein

      Release Date: April 7, 2010 [EBook #31913]

      Language: English

      *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK UNDERTONES ***

      Produced by David Garcia, Diane Monico, and the Online

      Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This

      file was produced from images generously made available

      by The Kentuckiana Digital Library)

      UNDERTONES

      By

      Madison Cawein

      OATEN STOP SERIES

      III

      VNDERTONES

      BY MADISON CAWEIN

      BOSTON COPELAND AND DAY

      M D CCC XCVI

      COPYRIGHT 1896 BY COPELAND AND DAY

      INSCRIBED TO THE PATHETIC

      MEMORY OF THE POET

      HENRY TIMROD

      Long are the days, and three times long the nights.

      The weary hours are a heavy chain

      Upon the feet of all Earth's dear delights,

      Holding them ever prisoners to pain.

      What shall beguile me to believe again

      In hope, that faith within her parable writes

      Of life, care reads with eyes whose tear-drops stain?

      Shall such assist me to subdue the heights?

      Long is the night, and over long the day.—

      The burden of all being!—is it worse

      Or better, lo! that they who toil and pray

      May win not more than they who toil and curse?

      A little sleep, a little love, ah me!

      And the slow weigh up the soul's Calvary!

      CONTENTS

      UNDERTONES

      THE DREAMER

      Even as a child he loved to thrid the bowers,

      And mark the loafing sunlight's lazy laugh;

      Or, on each season, spell the epitaph

      Of its dead months repeated in their flowers;

      Or list the music of the strolling showers,

      Whose vagabond notes strummed through a twinkling staff;

      Or read the day's delivered monograph

      Through all the chapters of its dædal hours.

      Still with the same child-faith and child-regard

      He looks on Nature, hearing, at her heart,

      The beautiful beat out the time and place,

      Whereby no lesson of this life is hard,

      No struggle vain of science or of art,

      That dies with failure written on its face.

      QUIET

      A log-hut in the solitude,

      A clapboard roof to rest beneath!

      This side, the shadow-haunted wood;

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