Show STUDENT LIFE & Go out in '47 to ®23f)tttter'£ any direction on land from Boston or Providence Hartford or Portsmouth an dyou will find the names of the forefathesr and their deeds commemorated by tablet monument or inscription almost on “each barnyard fence and wall” The road to Concord Br’de over which the British marched and back down which they later fled is lined with tablets celebrating the feats of arms of men long since passed away almost passed from memory This ancestor worship is not confined to the soldier and patriot but to their literary compatriot as well and many a home is now kept as a memorial place a Mecca for those who loved the one who lived there and those who have learned to love his words To the east of Haverhill one bright spring da I came out from a belt of woe ds onto a hilltop where the soft wind wafted to me that “potent witch erv of smell” that arises from tl e dust-dr- y leaves of crushed sweet fern At the foot of the hill there flowed a brook winding through the low brush across from it a barn a road an old stone wall and in the yard a house the h old-fas- ptrtMace ioned Xew England home with tire well and well— sweep and flower e and the plots in front the orchard in the rear Instantlv memory whispered “right over the hill Runs the path I took You can see the gap in the old wall bee-hiv- still And the stepping stones in the shallow brot k There is the house with the gate red-barre- d And the poplars tall And the barn’s brown length and the cattle yard And the white horns tossing above the wall There are the the sun bee-hiv- es ranged in And the same rose blows and the same sun glows And the same brook sings cf a year ago” Even the same brook that sang a hundred years ago when the gentle Quaker poet first opened his world The eyes to the frost-boun- d same brook whose constant flow |