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NARRATIVE AND LEGENDARY POEMS.
On either hand we saw the signsOf fancy and of shrewdness,Where taste had wound its arms of vinesRound thrift’s uncomely rudeness.
The sun-brown farmer in his frockShook hands, and called to MaryBare-armed, as Juno might, she came,White-aproned from her dairy.
Her air, her smile, her motions, toldOf womanly completeness;A music as of household songsWas in her voice of sweetness.
Not fair alone in curve and line,But something more and better,The secret charm eluding art,Its spirit, not its letter;—
An inborn grace that nothing lackedOf culture or appliance,—The warmth of genial courtesy,The calm of self-reliance.
Before her queenly womanhoodHow dared our hostess utterThe paltry errand of her needTo buy her fresh-churned butter?
She led the way with housewife pride,Her goodly store disclosing,Full tenderly the golden ballsWith practised hands disposing.