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Thy hills, thy fields, thy woods have
been,
Since boyhood days, my own blood-kin,
And long my soul and the soul of thee
Are blent as one for eternity.
In infant eyes thy mother-face
Poured deep the wine of mystic grace,
And now to me thy voice and spell
Speak high as heaven and deep as hell.
To breathe of thee, all I have known
Or dreamed, beloved and my own,
Were to assail a sacred lore
But thine and mine forevermore.
Thus much, howe'er, I may impart,
That, in all seasons, night and day,
We lived and loved with linked heart
The sweet Hellenic life alway.
Thou took'st my hand--didst vouch for me
To cloud and moon and humble-bee
(Free things divinely wise and good):-
The brook, -the flowers of hill and lea,
-
The dim-seen forms of deepest wood,
All birds that sing on wing or tree.
Thou taught'st me somewhat of the tongue
God-spoken when fading stars were
young;-
In which thy hills, with shaggy crest,
The earliest blaze of morning greet;-
The same the wood-thrush on her nest
Sings to the sumach and the wheat.
And oft in hours of sad unrest,
If I did tramp thy wood and glen
And cast me on thy patient breast,
Some benediction of the blessed
Consoled and made me man again.
Other exercises added to the interest of
this meeting; Miss
Ada Cotterman, of Somerset, sang Prof.
Murdock's "Perry
County Home Sweet Home" in a most
delightful manner.
Hon. Joseph Simpson, of Columbus, spoke
most entertain-
ingly on the campaign of 1840 in New
Lexington and Perry
County.
The exercises of the morning were
concluded by enjoyable
musical selections by Miss Jessie Moodie
of Shawnee and the