IN THE VILLAGE OF VIGER
IN THE
VILLAGE OF VIGER
BY
DUNCAN CAMPBELL SCOTT
BOSTON
COPELAND AND DAY
MDCCCXCVI
ENTERED ACCORDING TO THE ACT OF
CONGRESS IN THE YEAR 1896 BY
COPELAND AND DAY, IN THE OFFICE
OF THE LIBRARIAN OF CONGRESS
AT WASHINGTON.
TO MY DAUGHTER
ELIZABETH DUNCAN SCOTT
Robins and bobolinks bubbling and tinkling,
Shore-larks alive there high in the blue,
Level in the sunlight the rye-field twinkling,
The wind parts the cloud and a star leaps through,
Ferns at the spring-head curling cool and tender,
Bloodroot in the tangle, violets by the larch,
In the dusky evening the young moon slender,
Glowing like a crocus in the dells of March;
All a world of music, of laughter, and of lightness,
Crushed to a diamond, rounded to a pearl,
Moulded to a flower bell,—cannot match the brightness
In the darling beauty of one sweet girl.
I am indebted to Messrs. Charles Scribner’s Sons
for permission to reprint several of these tales.
D. C. S.
Whoever has from toil and stress
Put into ports of idleness,
And watched the gleaming thistledown
Wheel in the soft air lazily blown;
Or leaning on the shady rail,
Beneath the poplars, silver pale,
Eyed in the shallow amber pools
The black perch voyaging in schools;
Or heard the fisherman outpour
His strange and questionable lore,
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