FROM A NEW ENGLAND HILLSIDE. 215 



spring of progress, and the hope of the 

 race. 



But to the beatific vision which solicits 

 him with beckoning hand, he points to the 

 unfinished cottage upon the hillside, shows 

 duties to be performed, and obstacles which 

 cannot be surmounted. And accepting the 

 decree of the gods, he looks fondly upon 

 valley, hills, and sky, and to the vision he 

 saith : 



Ask me no more: the moon may draw the 



sea; 

 The cloud may stoop from heaven and take 



the shape, 



With fold to fold, of mountain or of cape ; 



But, O too fond, when have I answered thee? 



Ask me no more. 



AUGUST 4, 1894. 



