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Document ID:
739
Document Date:
Year of 1877
Posted by:
Nancy Tatarek
Posted Date:
June 5, 2023
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Document Title:
Writing by Agnes
FILE ID:
739_1
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- Year of 1877
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Chicago Ills,
September 20th
The Old <Dance>
1. To <where> the rocks are gray and the shore is <clear> and the water <> look dark and deep
Where the <> <> in its <> <pride> <looms> gloomily <over> the murky tide
Where the reeds and <> are long and <lank> and the weeds grow thick on the <> <bank>
Where the shadow is <heavy> the whole day <through>
Where <> at its <> the <> <same>.
2. The waters <s/paddles> are idly <>
Like a sea birds wings that are <> <> <>
And <> on the railings <> one
Like the folded <> where the <water> is <> and <> back and forth <>
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<> <> <> <> <> the <> <>
<>
<> the <> <> <> of the old <>
<U_> <Pike>
Agnes C. Alford
Cleveland
Ohio
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Chicago, Ills.September 30th70The Old Canoe.Where is the ox so gray and the shore is goneAnd the water falls look dark and deep,Where the rugged vine in its stern holdSweeps down on the murky tideWhere the reeds and rushes are long and greengrow high andWhere the weeping willows thick on the winding shoreWhere the shadow is many the waters sleepThere lies in its murky the old canoe.The weather ladedLike a ver little wreck the storm of the seaAnd crossed on the raging ocean… the fields alas where the wires is…[song], moor and lake between.—Some words are difficult to read, and “<>” brackets in the transcription indicate best estimates based on legibility.Note: A few words are still unclear despite adjustments, especially in the last part of the letter.
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Document Title:
Writing by Agnes
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In the present moments have I here given a true sentiment that I ever return to during seasons of rest and peace.Albert Pike.Agnes C. AlfordClevelandOio.
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The shades of the summer evening creepOver the sunset <____>,And the voices out of the dulling deepEcho the roar of the tide by the red canoe.2.The river is dark and the shore is dim,Rest streaks the river like a living grave,And the evermore flowing waves over the dulling dim,Riding its marbling dim away.3.O stay, I said, and catch in the streamThe voice that wakes in the dashing oarsWhile many a star in polished tuneSprinkles us in the trail of the red canoe.4.The ever-resting waters are dead and stillBut the twilight wind plays with waters wildAnd ripples in and out againIt was so sweet in the wilderness rain.5.And the shore is kissed at each turning By the dripping oar of the red canoe.Oh many a time with a careless handI have pushed it away from the silent land6.And watched it float where the tide was lowWhen the winds were wild and the eddies were thick.And laughed as I leaned over the rocking sideAnd looked below in the broken tideTo see that the faces and boats were lostThat were mirrored back from the red canoe.But now as I lean o’er the crumbling sideAnd look below in the sluggish tideThe face that I see there is grave and <____>And now I see there is a cross tooAnd the hands that rest in the light so wideAre grown familiar with <____> graves.But I look to the stars that paleThe rock where the winds their wings <____>.
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Writing by Agnes
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Chicago Ills.,September 30th, 79.The Old Canoe.1.Where the rocks are gray and the shore is [far]And the water below look dark and deep,Where the rugged pine in its stately prideLeans gloomily over the murky tide;Where the reeds and rushes are long and rankAnd the weeds grow thick on the winding bankWhere the shadow is heavy the whole day through,There lies at its mooring the old canoe.2.The useless paddles are idly [dropped]Like a seabird’s wings that are [dumbly locked]And crossed on the railing one on one,Like the folded hands when the work is doneAnd [listlessly] back and forth between
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