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Show The Old Windmill. Adown the tans like some pale shads It stands A lonely sentinel' flj Nbr fears to raise aloft Its grim) hands Oer brake and woodland felL ' M Its time ncrn pinnacle the bluejay 9 haunts ' fl Nor recks he If the day p Be dresr all hours alike to him, hs P vaunts H His eager, careless way. 9 The seasons come and go, )ear In, )tar out And through )cn trembling frame lull many a winters wind holds mtdcap M bout d- Wlth wild and fierce acclaim A type of life to me you old windmill m W bat of thy hlstor) , B bpeik uncouth shape' In accenta tran qull still. Declare thy miller)' M Till me what thou hast seen that I hav jl not jj The dawn cf )outh and hore, Depalr of age lave lingered near thlsft spot j Or dwelt within Its scope ' The plowman s call bath waked ths I echo round . 1 On many a blithesome morn " And fuller io) returning eve hsih found. Ills later, to adorn Ths t'aplt urchin truant from his school And bteali.g herd and kine Betook there to the shadjws of thy pool At other ds)s decline f Where now the swallows deftly Clt and, skim 1 Oer crumbling curb long dr llesld th ouKr margin of thy lira The I ousehold dame drew nlch , Thine ones to bless, though somber novr thy mein 4 And faded emit) Merienlo of the I asl thus much I glean Of common life from thee -K.to Rogers Nourse In the New Tork bun |