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IN WAR TIME While a fiery woven tapestry o'erhung the waters low,

The warp of the frosted chestnut, the woof with maple and birch aglow;

Picking the grapes which dangled down; or watching the autumn skies,

The osprey's slow imperial swoop, the scrawny heron's rise;

Nursing a longing for larger life than circled a rural home,

An instinct of leadership within, and of action yet to come.

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Curtain of shifting seasons dropt on moor and meadow and hall,

Open your random vistas of changes that come with time to all!

Hugh grown up to manhood; foremost, searching the county through,

Of the Monmouth youth, in birth and grace, and the strength to will and do.

The father, past the prime of life, and his temples flecked with toil,

A bookman still, and leaving to Hugh the care of stock and soil.

Hendrick Van Ghelt, a bowed old man in a fireside-corner chair,

Counting the porcelain Scripture tiles which frame the chimney there,—

The shade of the stalwart gentleman the people used to know,

Forgetful of half the present scenes, but mindful of long-ago;

Aroused, mayhap, by growing murmurs of Southern feud, that came

And woke anew in his fading eyes a spark of their ancient flame.

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