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    The Tent on the Beach, and other poems Part 4 from Volume IV of The Works of John Greenleaf Whittier
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      Title: The Tent on the Beach and Others Part 4, From Volume IV., The Works of Whittier: Personal Poems

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      THE TENT ON THE BEACH

      BY

      JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER

      CONTENTS:

      THE TENT ON THE BEACH. PRELUDE THE TENT ON THE BEACH THE WRECK OF RIVERMOUTH THE GRAVE BY THE LAKE THE BROTHER OF MERCY THE CHANGELING THE MAIDS OF ATTITASH KALLUNDBORG CHURCH THE CABLE HYMN THE DEAD SHIP OF HARPSWELL THE PALATINE ABRAHAM DAVENPORT THE WORSHIP OF NATURE

      THE TENT ON THE BEACH

      It can scarcely be necessary to name as the two companions whom I reckoned with myself in this poetical picnic, Fields the lettered magnate, and Taylor the free cosmopolite. The long line of sandy beach which defines almost the whole of the New Hampshire sea-coast is especially marked near its southern extremity, by the salt-meadows of Hampton. The Hampton River winds through these meadows, and the reader may, if he choose, imagine my tent pitched near its mouth, where also was the scene of the Wreck of Rivermouth. The green bluff to the northward is Great Boar's Head; southward is the Merrimac, with Newburyport lifting its steeples above brown roofs and green trees on banks.

      I would not sin, in this half-playful strain,—

      Too light perhaps for serious years, though born

      Of the enforced leisure of slow pain,—

      Against the pure ideal which has drawn

      My feet to follow its far-shining gleam.

      A simple plot is mine: legends and runes

      Of credulous days, old fancies that have lain

      Silent, from boyhood taking voice again,

      Warmed into life once more, even as the tunes

      That, frozen in the fabled hunting-horn,

      Thawed into sound:—a winter fireside dream

      Of dawns and-sunsets by the summer sea,

      Whose sands are traversed by a silent throng

      Of voyagers from that vaster mystery

      Of which it is an emblem;—and the dear

      Memory of one who might have tuned my song

      To sweeter music by her delicate ear.

      When heats as of a tropic clime

      Burned all our inland valleys through,

      Three friends, the guests of summer time,

      Pitched their white tent where sea-winds blew.

      Behind them, marshes, seamed and crossed

      With narrow creeks, and flower-embossed,

      Stretched to the dark oak wood, whose leafy arms

      Screened from the stormy East the pleasant inland farms.

      At full of tide their bolder shore

      Of sun-bleached sand the waters beat;

      At ebb, a smooth and glistening floor

      They touched with light, receding feet.

      Northward a 'green bluff broke the chain

      Of sand-hills; southward stretched a plain

      Of salt grass, with a river winding down,

      Sail-whitened, and beyond the steeples of the town,

      Whence sometimes, when the wind was

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