Excerpt from In the Gray, and Other Poems
In The Gray
I
My youth beside the Tennessee,
Was like its rippling wave, as free,
As free to revel, romp and roam,
As any bubble in its foam,
As free to follow wide and far,
To demons as where angels are.
But passing few are e'er defiled
Among the crags of mountains wild,
And fewer still to evil turn
Where parents watchful hearthfires burn.
II
The grassy vales whereon we played,
Were soft a...
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