The harp and plow by Josiah Dean CanningThe harp and plow by Josiah Dean Canning

The harp and plow

byJosiah Dean Canning

Paperback | February 7, 2012

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated.1852 Excerpt: ... Anon he opes the door to spy The aspect of the night; Dark clouds are driving 'thwart the sky, And wild-fowl on their flight; He hears their undulating cry, Faint from their distant height. Borne inland from the misty deep Now comes the loitering rain; The dreamer, waking from his sleep, Listens, and dreams again Of plunging barks, that, wrecking, sweep The storm-enshrouded main. DECEMBER. Cold swept the withering blasts of fall O'er herbage green, and sheltering tree; Thro' naked boughs the gleaning winds Are howling mournfully. Cold drives snow-muffling Boreas Outside of comfort's well-barr'd door; Cold as thy presence is thy name, December, to the poor. Cold gleam the stars at night; afar, High in the north, the Dipper shines, As if 'twere dripping with the wealth Of Californian mines. Ah! wanderer to the auric shore! Sunk from thy sight yon cluster glows; So hope's bright phantom, chased by thee, Round earth's rotunda goes. A year's a type of human life; December truly symbols age; A year is like a volume read, And this the final page. A year is like a beaten road, O'er which, as travellers, we wend Our way amid its changeful scenes, And this the journey's end. A year is like a lengthened day; It has its dawn, its noon, its night; December is the sunset scene, Pale glimmering on the sight. A year is like a stream that flows Thro' varied clime and scenery, To find oblivion in the deep--And this the opening sea. A year is like the implement The patriarch in vision found, Spaced by twelve steps, in place of three--And this the lowest round. Reared 'gainst time's shadowy battlements It leans, dissolving to the view; Ho! climber, chiseling a name! 'T is gone, and yours, and you! 0, could one lift the solemn veil That shrouds the mighty Past, and see Departed...
Title:The harp and plowFormat:PaperbackDimensions:26 pages, 9.69 × 7.44 × 0.05 inPublished:February 7, 2012Publisher:General Books LLCLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0217387357

ISBN - 13:9780217387354