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Long, long, afterward, in an oak
I found the arrow, still unbroke;
and the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.
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Such as the wreck of the Hesperus,
In the midnight and the snow!
Christ save us all from a death like this,
On the reef of Norman's Woe!
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For the structure that we raise,
Time is with materials filled;
Our to-days and yesterdays
Are the blocks with which we build.
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Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
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There the wrinkled old Nokomis
Nursed the little Hiawatha,
Rocked him in his linden cradle,
Bedded softin moss and rushes.
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The course of my long life hath reached at last
In fragile bark o'er a tempestuous sea
The common harbor, where must rendered be
Account for all the actions of the past.
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Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch
Of the North Church tower as a signal light,
One, if by land, and two, if by sea;
And I on the opposite shore will be,
Ready to ride and spread the alarm
Through every Middlesex village and farm.
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Half-way up the hill, I see the Past
Lying beneath me with its sounds and sights,
a city in the twilight dim and vast,
With smoking roofs, soft bells, and gleaming lights,
And hear above me on the autumnal blast
The cataract of Death far thundering from the heights.
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Then the little Hiawatha
Learned of every bird its language,
Learned their names and all their secrets.
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The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls
Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls;
The day returns, but nevermore
Returns the traveler to the shore,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.
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