WINDFALLS 



" Too long, too long we kept the level plain, 



The tilled, tamed fields, the bending orchard 



bough ! 

 The byre, the barn, the threshing-floor, the 



plough 



Too long have been our theme and our refrain ! 

 Enough, my brothers, of this Doric strain." 



NOT a bit of it ! As yet there has been 

 but the twanging of the fiddle-strings, 

 and the performance has not yet commenced. 

 " You forget Thoreau," perhaps the 

 quoted authoress remarks. 



I forget nothing. Simplicity has not yet 

 had a worthy song in her honor. These 

 humble themes are not beneath the notice 

 of sound common sense. Laurel gathered 

 from the mountain's brow is no greener 

 than that growing lower down the rocky 

 slopes. Grant the grandeur of the mighty 

 sea, but who has gathered all the treasures 

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