THREE] GROWING THE HOUSE 



to have it, that is, yourself, looked at, and so 

 that you can look yourself at the go-byes. It 

 stands on a knoll well away from others, thoroughly 

 individualized; and from its porches and balco- 

 nies and windows it enters into soul-possession 

 of the valley, the opposite hills, and even says to 

 the sun and the moon and the sweet air, "You are 

 mine." 



"One harvest from your field 



Homeward brought your oxen strong,' 

 Another crop your acres yield. 

 Which I gather in a song." 



Emerson 



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