Show THE SP3RIT OF THE OLD HOUSE The day is sweet In Edgartown With scent of fern aha scent of sea aa The folk moke gay the springgreen down gy sprngren But they are stranger folk to me I see them come and go all day Their children play upon the shore And loitering lovers walk my way Yet no one enters at my door But when the stars of heaven glow From out their lofty darkened dome And stars of earth creepy forth below AeSWmefl The little lowly hlc of home Then lookl there wlndeth past my door Flocking the dusky dunes adowp A troop of villagers of yore The bygone hosts of Edgartown Ther locks by evening breezes blown The women join the shuffling crew And many a little child Ive known Just gives its hand and follows to 0 friends Ive served ye food and bed O friends the mist is rising wet Then bide a moment 0 my dead Where lonely r must linger ret But onward press the hurrying throng Within the mIst from out my view Some whisper Walt will not b long Some Thou shal 0 forgotten too In Edgartown the day Is sweet Where all i thlmrafeladdsn of nights end And down the little waking I street Bird calleth blrd man finds his friend But Iday heeds rot my loneliness Man trades afar from this dull spot To whom tis given not to guess Tho steps that pass yet tarry not 1J i Agnes Lee i skfi |