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elsie in illinois.
Lakes on lakes, a crystal chain,
Give the clear heaven back again;
Wampum strung by Manitou,
Lightly as the beaded dew.
Give the clear heaven back again;
Wampum strung by Manitou,
Lightly as the beaded dew.
Is it wave, or is it shore?—
Greener gleams the prairie-floor,
West and south, one emerald;
Earth untenanted, unwalled.
There, a thread of silent joy,
Winds the grass-hid Illinois.
Greener gleams the prairie-floor,
West and south, one emerald;
Earth untenanted, unwalled.
There, a thread of silent joy,
Winds the grass-hid Illinois.
Bringing comfort unawares
Out of little daily cares,
Here has Elsie lived a year,
Learning well that home is dear,
By the green breadth measureless
Of the outside wilderness,
So unshadowed, so immense!
Garden without path or fence,
Rolling up its billowy bloom
To her low, one-windowed room.
Out of little daily cares,
Here has Elsie lived a year,
Learning well that home is dear,
By the green breadth measureless
Of the outside wilderness,
So unshadowed, so immense!
Garden without path or fence,
Rolling up its billowy bloom
To her low, one-windowed room.
Breath of prairie-flowers is sweet;
But the baby at her feet
But the baby at her feet
